Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (7)

Coming January rewards

A Karen receives an unusual gift at an office party.
The US-UK drowning tournament voting finals.
The 3rd chapter to Chloe.
The 3rd chapter to Aravanna.
The 3rd chapter to Katia.
An aquaphile confesses her enthusiasms.
Urania does a special photo shoot.
A woman sits in a chair and gets an erotic pain in the neck.
A mother and daughter fight over the same man.
Miss Woodcock has a gallows built and gets a volunteer to try it out.
A woman swims with a young stud at a resort.
Dorothy and Zilpha find themselves in a flooding dungeon.

November stories/rewards will fall off at the end of December to make room for January rewards.

We had a week of temperatures below 0. Some nights bottomed out at -25. It was the storm that made much of the US shiver. The temps warmed up enough yesterday to where mom and I could drive into town for our Christmas dinner together. Today I went over and visited with her for a couple of hours. We had a nice chat while the ball game was on TV in the background. I even managed to get in a walk around town.

And thus, we come to the end of another year. My goal is to track down any unfinished stories I have in my files and try to complete them. I think that’s the way of it with many artists. We have projects we start, but the muse abandons us before we can get the project finished. I’m not sure where mine went. I’ll either have to track her down, or hope another takes her place.

What will happen in 2023? I hope my health holds out. I’m working on prevention and maintenance, although I need to improve in a couple of areas. Two pulled toenails is not bad for the year, considering all the other body parts I have to keep track of.

Mom still has the shakes in her hands. It was a challenge for her to eat during our meal yesterday. But she really enjoyed the food, and we had a very pleasant visit yesterday and today. So it’s ok with me if we both maintain, so long as there are no significant declines. But what do you expect when you are older than anything you own? I think I have a radio and a couple books that come somewhat close.

I hope all of you have/had a nice Christmas, and that you got through the weather ok. Take care and party safe. I look forward to seeing all of you in the New Year. Thank you for being my patrons.

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Santa visits the asphyxia sisters 4.5 (63)

CHRISTMAS EVE 2018

Saint Nick checked his schedule. He was due for a stop at a home owned by a couple of sisters. They had received the property from an inheritance after their parents had been killed in a plane crash.

He pulled up the file on Helena and Uliana. It reminded him the H was silent for Helena’s name. She’d been pretty good all year.

On the other hand, Uliana had been rather naughty. She’d actually fucked one of her sister’s boyfriends. She had also talked Helena into buying her out of a jam she’d gotten herself into.

The sleigh and reindeer landed up on the roof. Everything shrank in size to accommodate their weight and presence without alerting any of the neighbors. Then he climbed out.

He reassured a couple of antsy reindeer. A treat for Dasher and Comet settled them right down. Then he made his way to the pipe that served as a chimney.

With a nod of his head, he disappeared. A moment later he reappeared inside the house in front of the makeshift fireplace. A tree was lit in the corner.

What he didn’t expect was to see Helena sitting naked in a chair facing the fireplace. Her arms and legs were tied to the arms and legs of the furniture she was secured to. A red ball-gag filled her mouth as a big, red ribbon crisscrossed her chest.

She grunted in alarm, her eyes flying open at his sudden appearance. Her sister was sitting in a comfortable chair right next to her. Uliana was also naked.

Her eyes also opened at the sight of the jolly old elf. “Santa!” she gasped with delight as she rose up. “So good to see you! I hope you brought me something good.”

He reached into his sack. Then he pulled out a lump of coal. “I believe this is for you,” he said as he handed it over to her. “And what, may I ask, are you doing to your sister on Christmas Eve?”

“I’ll admit I’ve not been all that nice this year, Santa. I just wanted to make it up to you somehow.”

“By securing your sister naked to a chair?”

“Of course! Merry Christmas, Santa!”

Uliana quickly worked Santa’s trousers down his legs before he could respond. She promptly dropped to her knees and grasped onto his meaty pole that now stood erect. Clearly her ploy had worked to get him aroused.

She quickly began sucking him down her gullet. Uliana threw herself into it. Surely this would earn her a better present from his sack.

She’d been much naughtier this year than she cared to admit. But she simply rationalized away every bad thing she’d done. Now she was looking to undo all the carnage she’d left in her wake.

Santa looked at the embarrassed sister grunting and struggling in the chair as Uliana sucked him. He was ashamed to realize he’d developed quite the erection. It was rather unseemly, especially this time of night on Christmas Eve.

Part of it was due to the nudity on display. The aggressiveness of the naughty sister was not helping matters any. Nor was seeing the innocent sibling helplessly tied up.

Uliana worked his meaty pole like a professional. He was a busy man this night. She had no time to dawdle.

She had him cumming in her mouth in less than two minutes. She grinned inwardly, figuring he needed a break. The jolly old elf deserved a bit of pleasure during the long night ahead

“You see, Santa?” she said when she finished, showing him a mouthful of goo. “I can be nice. Are you sure you can’t replace this for me?”

She hefted the lump of coal in her hand before giving it back to him. Then he looked with concern at the sister still secured to the chair. “Oh, don’t mind her,” Uliana waved dismissively with a grin. “Deep down, she really likes it. Look; I’ll even show you!”

Uliana rose up and went over to the chair. She quickly loosened part of the ribbon. Then she went behind the chair, wrapped the ribbon around her sister’s neck and started to pull tight.

Helena began to rasp for breath. She struggled in the chair as her face turned red. “Merry Christmas, Santa!” Uliana declared. “I’ll bet you love strangling the pretty elves back at the North Pole after a long night flying all over the world. Am I right?”

Helena shuddered until a spray of fluid emanated from her winking slit. Then she went limp in the chair. Uliana let go of the ribbon and laughed as her sister sat slumped, her chest barely rising and falling.

“So how about it, Santa? Don’t I deserve a little something for giving you such a nice present on Christmas Eve?”

He frowned for a moment. He was embarrassed his pants were still down, exposing a growing erection from the recent strangling of the innocent sister. He quickly pulled them back up. Then he waved at the tree.

A couple of presents appeared, along with an envelope. Uliana went over and took a look. She frowned when she saw the presents were not for her. Then she opened up the envelope.

“A month of free spa treatments? And a credit line at the jewelry store? Santa you’re the best!”

Uliana rushed up and hugged him. Saint Nick blushed over the warm, naked female flesh pressed up against him. Then he laid a finger aside of his nose.

Uliana found herself hugging empty air…

She turned to see her sister groaning as she came around. She grinned as she waved the contents of the envelope at her. “You see? Santa loves me after all! You should see what he brought me!”

1-3-21

CHRISTMAS EVE 2019

Santa checked his itinerary as Rudolph led the way with his glowing nose. He was about to come upon that house with those two sisters Helena and Uliana. Memories of his visit to them from last year came flooding back to mind.

He settled the shrunken sleigh atop their roof. Then he checked another list. Once again, it seemed Uliana had not been very nice.

He gathered up the presents for his current location. Then he walked up to the pipe serving as the chimney. There was a flash of light before he disappeared. The reindeer shuffled around upon the roof, patiently awaiting his return.

Once more, he materialized in front of the makeshift fireplace. He was facing into the room when he assumed full size. What he saw made him do a double-take.

There was a different chair in the room from last year. This one was not quite as comfortable as the last one. And the occupant was not the same.

Uliana in her short, dark brown hair grunted into a ball-gag in her mouth. Her legs were secured to the front chair legs. Her arms were tightly fastened to the arms of the chair. A rope went around her neck to an upright post behind her.

The structure looked wooden, and none too comfortable. Santa had a good view of her crotch from her spread legs. It looked like something metal went up inside her womanhood.

Uliana began grunting as she rocked in the chair. It was obvious she wanted him to set her free. He just smiled with amusement.

“Being naughty again, are we? Sister putting you in your place this year? Well, don’t worry. I brought another lump of coal for you. I hope you can make diamonds out of it, because that’s all you’re getting this year.”

“Santa?” The voice had come from the doorway. It was Helena, wearing a sheer nighty.

“I see your sister’s been up to no good again. How did you manage to get her into this contraption?”

“It wasn’t easy, Santa. My boyfriend Mike had to help me wrestle her into it. He’s in the bedroom right now. I think I exhausted him.”

She walked up to her sister and pattered her on the shoulder. “Someone here to see you, sis.” Then she went behind the chair.

Santa’s eyes opened wide at the appearance of some sort of rod that was twisted into view. It had sat flush against the post and had not been visible until it was turned. “Say ah,” Helena chuckled as she turned it.

The rope tightened around Uliana’s throat. She began to struggle as her face turned red. “Quit’cher bitchin’,” the sister remarked. “You know how many times you had me in this last year? I’ll bet Santa knows.”

“As a matter of fact I do,” he observed as his dick began to harden in his trousers.

Helena smiled as she eased the tension on the rod behind her sister. Slack appeared in the coil around her neck. Uliana panted for breath as she let out muffled grunts, pleading with Santa to be set free.

“There’s a special feature to this chair, Santa. What to know what it is?”

“I’d love to see it, honey.”

“Cool!”

Helena began to tighten the rod behind her sister. The rope contracted around her neck again. Then she stiffened and cried out into the ball-gag in her mouth as she began to wriggle and squirm.

“Electrified dildos up her cunt and ass, Santa. She’s been a pain in my ass all year. So tonight I’m being a pain in hers.”

The jolly old elf gave her a knowing smile. “A fitting end to the year, if I do say so myself.”

Uliana struggled in the chair as though she had ants crawling up her butt. Then she closed her eyes and screamed into the gag in her mouth. “She cums just as hard as I do when I’m in this chair, Santa. I’m so glad Mike helped me put her into it for your visit. Got a minute or two?”

“Anything for you, honey.”

Helena motioned at the more comfortable chair over by the makeshift fireplace. “You can slip out of those things for a minute of they’re making you uncomfortable, Santa.” Helena grinned as she motioned at his trousers.

He slipped them down, exposing an erection. Helena eased the rope from around her sister’s neck. Then she produced a clear, plastic bag.

She pulled it down around her sister’s head. She looped the rope around the bottom, sealing the plastic. Then she snugged the coil by tightening the rope just enough.

The bag began to puff and deflate. Helena grinned as she went over to Santa and sprawled out onto the floor. She raised her bare feet up and promptly began giving the jolly old elf a footjob.

Uliana writhed and groaned in the chair. The bag inflated and deflated a little faster. Her sister turned toward her and gave her a wicked smile.

“I’ll see if I can get him off before you pass out, sis. I don’t know if I can though. I want him to really enjoy himself.”

She used her feet to lovingly caress Santa’s erection. Uliana writhed as the posts shocked her. She cried out as the bag inflated and deflated even faster.

“I plan on having her sit there all night long, Santa. In the morning Mike and I will strangle the ever-lovin’ shit out of her before we let her go. At least she’ll have a lot of orgasms before we set her free.”

“Beats getting this for Christmas,” he observed with an appreciative smile as he tossed a lump of coal toward the chair. It rolled to a stop right in front of the suffering sister.

Helena timed it perfectly. The plastic was tight against Uliana’s face, her naked body shuddering. She passed out at the same time Saint Nick spurted all over Helena’s bare feet.

“Merry Christmas, Santa.” she told him as she wiped it off her foot with a finger. “I’ll get her out of that plastic after you leave.” Then she stuck it into her mouth, savoring the flavor.

“Merry Christmas, honey,” he replied.

He stood up and pulled his trousers back up. A couple of presents appeared under the tree for Helena. Then he turned toward her unconscious sister and shook his head. He didn’t have the heart to tell Helena her wicked sister had fucked her boyfriend Mike behind her back a mere two days ago.

1-3-21

CHRISTMAS EVE 2020

Santa guided his sleigh toward a familiar location. To be honest, they were all familiar. But this one bore a special interest.

Once more, Uliana had been very naughty. Last year Helena had made her suffer on Christmas Eve. What would the situation look like when he arrived this year?

The jolly old elf had a feeling he was in for a surprise. He stood upon the roof and laid a finger aside his nose. A moment later he vanished from sight.

He appeared once more in front of the makeshift fireplace. If he expected to find something crazy this year, he was not disappointed. Two years in a row had provided him with an interesting source of amusement. This year was to be no different.

Helena was lying naked on the floor. She had been trussed up like the proverbial Christmas turkey. But there was an added dimension to her dilemma.

The red ball-gag was no longer in place. But Helena wasn’t able to speak very clearly. A rope went from her ankles to her neck, wrapping around her throat in the form of a noose.

She rasped as she tried to beg him to set her free. It looked like she was strangling herself. Santa felt his member begin to stiffen in his trousers.

Uliana suddenly appeared. She was wearing nothing but a smile. “So good to see you this year, Santa! Do you like the present I gave you?”

She motioned at her bound sister with a flourish. He tried to scowl at her. But his growing erection was beginning to bulge in his red trousers.

“I see you’ve been naughty again this year.” Then he tossed a lump of coal in her direction. It landed upon the floor at her feet.

“You don’t understand, Santa. She LOVES strangling for you! Last year was a mistake.”

“Oh really?”

Uliana came forward and purred at him. “No gift for me, Santa? I’ve certainly got something special for you.”

She pushed him backward into the cushioned chair that sat near the makeshift fireplace. Uliana pulled his trousers down, exposing his rigid member. “Just as I suspected,” she chuckled.

She turned toward her sister who was rasping and struggling. “See what you’re doing to Santa, sis? You should be proud!”

Uliana knelt and wrapped her lips around the jolly old elf’s stiffened appendage. Then she began worshipping it with her mouth and tongue. Helena could only watch in absolute horror as the rope tightened around her throat.

Uliana took her sweet time sucking Santa off. It didn’t bother her in the slightest how quickly he might need to travel to his next home. She was determined to earn herself a better present.

Her sister rasped for breath, strangling with agonizing slowness as she sucked him deeper. Santa was embarrassed the way he was so turned on. He couldn’t help wondering if one day these two were going to take things way too far.

Uliana stopped halfway through the present she was delivering to Santa. She went to a corner of the room and retrieved a plastic toy. It looked remarkably like a long, thick dildo.

“I’m not without my mercies, Santa.” Then she went up to her sister. She bent down and worked it into Helena’s wet pussy.

She pushed it all the way in. Then she turned it on. Helena instantly began to rasp and gurgle as she writhed and grunted on the floor.

Uliana went back and knelt before Santa. His cock had not softened in the slightest. She just smiled at him before going back to work on it.

He was a little embarrassed over what these two were doing to him while trussing each other up every year. Yet he spoke not a word. The night had been especially hectic this year, and he needed the distraction.

Helena was on the verge of passing out when she began to climax. It resulted in the rope tightening around her throat as her feet tried to stretch out. Uliana simply giggled with a mouthful of juicy dick until the jolly old elf emptied himself down her throat.

She came off and smiled at him with a mouthful of cum. She showed it to him before swallowing it all. She even wiped up a few drops from off her lips and the side of her chin.

She waved at Helena who had almost passed out. “Thanks, Santa. Helena thanks you as well. Got anything else for us?”

He waved a hand over at the tree in the corner. A handful of presents appeared. Then he put a finger aside of his nose and was gone.

Uliana patted her sister on her bare ass. “Enjoy yourself for another minute or two, sis. Let me go check on the presents.”

She opened her lone envelope. It was a gift certificate to a cheap restaurant. She shook her head before reaching for one of her sister’s presents.

“Santa made a mistake. This one’s for me. The one I opened is for you.” Then she laughed as Helena finally passed out, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

1-3-21

CHRISTMAS EVE 2021

It was that time of night. Santa angled his sleigh toward the home of the asphyxia sisters. This time he wondered what kind of tricks the two women were going to expose him to.

Uliana was the worst of the two. She was always hooking up with her sister Helena’s boyfriends. She also had enjoyed asphyxiating her sibling a lot during the year. Santa had all this information in his files.

The sleigh came down on top of the roof and appropriately reduced in size. He reached into his sack and produced a rather nice present for Helena. Her sister was getting something much smaller, having narrowly avoided earning herself another piece of coal.

Once more he materialized in front of the makeshift fireplace. The tree was in the corner of the room where the girls usually put it up. But he was astonished at the sight that greeted him, almost causing him to yelp in surprise.

Uliana was hanging upside down, her head barely a foot off the floor. She was buck naked, other than a red ribbon around her body. Her arms were crisscrossed and tightly secured behind her back.

She hung from her bare ankles. A rope threaded up through an eyebolt in the ceiling. The free end had been tied off.

A red ball-gag filled her mouth. Her eyes opened wide at the appearance of the jolly old elf. Then she turned to grunt in the direction of the corner.

Santa looked to see Helena sitting in the big, cushioned chair. She was in a sheer, white nightie. “Merry Christmas, Santa,” she said with a smile.

She waved at her naked, grunting sister before standing up and telling him, “Like your present this year?”

He looked at the dangling, grunting sister before choosing to examine her more thoroughly. He walked all around her, caressing parts of her naked flesh. When he was done, he turned and smiled at Helena.

“Very nice, my dear. But what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Just sit in my chair over here in the corner, Santa. Take a load off for a few moments while we entertain you.”

He went over and sat down. Helena went and retrieved a large rod in the shape and color of a candy cane. Then she walked over to her sister and grinned at her.

“Make sure you entertain Santa for us, ok?” she explained, ominously hefting the striped cane. “Besides, this is for all the boyfriends you stole from me this year.”

She ran the cane over her trembling sister’s tits. Then she stepped behind her and gave her a whack on her ass. Uliana jerked and grunted in pain and fury.

“Oh, you like that, do you? You treated me far worse this year. Hell, there were a few times I wasn’t even sure I would survive!” Then she whacked her again.

Uliana cried out as Helena gave it to her good. The helpless sister jerked and grunted each time the cane was applied to her ass. Then Helena motioned for Santa to step forward and give her some assistance.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked curiously.

She removed her sister’s ball-gag. Uliana started to curse her. Helena just shook a finger at her.

“Ah – ah – aahhhhh. Not on Christmas Eve, sis. And not in front of Santa, or you won’t get anything good. Isn’t that right, Santa?”

She went over to the end of the rope. Then she leaned into it. Uliana was pulled upward until her head was just about eye-level with the crotch of the jolly old elf.

“Pull your pants down and enjoy yourself, Santa! Maybe sis can earn herself a better present before you go.”

Uliana was outraged. “Helena, you bitch! Next year, you’re really going to get it good!”

“What; no present for Santa?”

Uliana looked at the crotch in front of her. Then she winced in defeat before nodding.

Santa pealed his pants down, exposing the erection that had developed from viewing the nude, dangling sister. He pushed it between her lips, slowly thrusting as Helena tied off the rope in the new position. Then she came over with the cane.

She smiled at Santa from behind her sister. Then she swatted Uliana’s ass. Her sister grunted in pain as she tried to keep the cock between her lips.

For the next several minutes Helena punished her sister with the cane every few seconds. Santa’s cock twitched in the young woman’s mouth as Uliana grunted in pain. He certainly had to admire Helena for being so creative.

“Fuck her face hard, Santa! She fucking deserves it, if you’ll pardon my language. Merry Christmas, Santa!”

“HO – HO – HO!” he replied. Then he fully gave himself to Uliana’s torment, making use of the warm mouth while enjoying watching the pain being inflicted with the cane.

He enjoyed himself longer than he probably should have. But Uliana was a talented cocksucker. Besides, he felt she kind of deserved this.

He thrust harder as Helena spread the blows along Uliana’s body. Red welts appeared on her ass, her lower back and upper legs. She kept screaming in agony into the cock in her mouth. But her pride motivated her to give the jolly old elf the best blowjob of his life, especially on this night.

Santa finally roared his release. Uliana did her best to swallow it all. But some leaked out and dribbled down into her eyes and hair.

Helena gave her a few last swats on the ass. Then Santa zipped up. He thanked the sisters for a pleasurable break in his schedule. Then he waved over in the direction of the tree.

The present for Helena appeared as he had planned. But a second present materialized, one just a little more valuable than the one he had originally intended to give Uliana. Then he put his finger aside of his nose. A moment later he vanished from view.

“He’s gone,” Uliana panted tiredly. “Now get me down from here, you bitch!”

“Not until I’ve finished your punishment, you bitch! You fucking deserve this!” Then she came around and caned her sister’s tits until Uliana begged, screamed, cried out and then rained down every curse she could think of.

Inwardly she vowed that next Christmas would be her ultimate revenge, something she figured Santa would be sure to enjoy…

7-28-21

CHRISTMAS EVE 2022

The sleigh came down upon a familiar roof before reducing in size. Santa got out and checked the reindeer. They seemed fine.

It was time to pay another visit to the asphyxia sisters. But this time he had no presents in mind. For some reason he was unsure just what he was going to give them.

He’d considered the matter before leaving the North Pole. But he simply could not settle on any specific gift for either sister. Something was making him wait until he saw them in person.

He prepared to enter the residence. This time he truly had no idea what to expect. His gut was telling him this visit was going to be rather extraordinary.

He materialized directly in front of the makeshift fireplace. Then he blinked in surprised. That’s when he wondered if his descent into the building had caused him some disorientation.

The tree was in its usual spot in the corner. And the sisters were once again naked. But what he had not counted on was seeing the strange wooden contraption against the nearby wall, a contraption Helena appeared to be attached to.

She let out a cry for help upon seeing the jolly old elf. Her sister stood naked right next to her. Uliana smiled as she motioned at her naked sister who was wearing a noose around her neck while her arms were secured behind her back.

“Merry Christmas, Santa!” Then Uliana hit the little green button on a control box on the wall next to the strange wooden contraption.

Helena gawked as she was abruptly hoisted up into the air. Her feet were a good eighteen inches off a raised section of wooden floor. A drain was cut directly in the middle.

Almost immediately she began rasping and struggling. Her nipples protruded as her hairy pussy dripped and glistened with moisture. She was strangling in the rope, her naked body bumping against the wooden contraption directly behind her.

For a moment Santa was too stunned to react. Uliana took advantage of the moment to push him backwards until he fell into a familiar cushioned chair he’d been in during previous visits. Then she quickly peeled down his pants before going to work on his shamefully stiffening member.

He looked at a dangling Helena who appeared to be in agony. She also looked as though she was pleading with her eyes for him to get her down. The sight of her strangling in the noose made him perversely hard. Worse, Uliana’s exquisite mouth was keeping him from softening.

“Your sister…” he stammered in disbelief.

“…wants it this way, Santa,” Uliana finished with a sly grin. “She told me it was the best present a girl could ever give a guy.” Then she went back to work sucking on his dick.

The jolly old elf wasn’t sure he believed it. Yes, he was aware of their asphyxia games during the year. But he wasn’t so certain of Uliana’s words on the current situation.

Helena suffered immensely in the noose as she humped with her torso. Fluid spurted out of her crotch, some of it dribbling down her legs. Her knees came up as she humped until she finally dangled quietly.

“It’s all for you, Santa,” Uliana murmured, her eyes twinkling. “It’s all for you.” Then she went back to sucking.

Instinctively he put his hand on the back of her head, guiding her to find the sweet spot. His cock twitched in her mouth as Helena went into little spasms in the noose. Her bladder finally gave way, causing a different color of fluid to trickle down her legs, only to be caught by the drain below.

Santa’s seed filled Uliana’s mouth as Helena quietly expired. The sisters had taken their asphyxia sessions a little too far. Now one of them was gone… and on Christmas Eve, no less!

Was it an accident? Santa didn’t think so. In fact, he suspected it might be revenge based on what had happened during his visit last year.

Uliana swallowed every drop, licking her lips before she looked up and smiled. “And now for your present, Santa,” she said with a naughty grin.

She got up and went over to her dangling sister. The red button was pushed until Helena’s naked body came down and lay crumpled upon the floor. Uliana removed the noose before moving her deceased sibling in front of the tree, her ass propped up onto her knees.

“All yours, Santa,” she motioned with a cheery wave. “Merry Christmas. Helena wants you to enjoy yourself.”

He stood up and walked over to look at the inviting ass all propped up. He could feel his cock stirring. Then he gave Uliana a knowing smile.

“I do believe you’re correct,” he told her. “Helena would want me to enjoy myself.” And with that he corralled the noose before quickly looping it around Uliana’s neck.

Her eyes flew open in surprise. “Santa, what are you doing?”

“Thanking you for the Christmas present, my dear.” Then he pushed the green button.

Uliana was hauled up into the air, kicking and bouncing off the wooden structure behind her. Her hands frantically clawed at the noose around her neck. That’s when Santa went over and entered Helena’s raised crotch with his growing erection, thrusting into her wet pussy.

Uliana let out garbled cries as she fought the noose her sister had just ridden. Santa smiled, enjoying the show as he thrust into the dead sister’s snatch. He was amazed how nice and tight it felt. All he could do was hope it was indeed Helena’s final desire to be used by him like this in the event of treachery on the part of her sister.

Uliana’s knees came up as she climaxed in the noose. Santa was fully aware how much both sisters orgasmed when under the spell of asphyxia. This time their orgasms would be their last.

Santa pumped a load into Helena as Uliana began to settle down. She hung quietly as liquid splattered off her toes into the drain below. Her arms hung limp at her sides as her tongue protruded.

Santa sighed as he pulled his pants back on. Then he went over and caressed Uliana’s warm flesh. “I appreciate the gift, ladies. I guess this explains why I couldn’t settle on any kind of present for either one of you. I am going to miss my future visits to this house. But I guess this is a fitting end for you both.” And with that he shimmered out of existence in front of the fake fireplace.

2021 (written Sep 29, ‘21 by riwa. All five chapters are/were inspired by the Susan Coquin render I included below.)

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Breath-holding in the pool with Alex (m/m) 4.1 (20)

Part 4

I didn’t see Alex for the rest of the week. I didn’t know what to expect when I prepared to go to work at the pool Monday morning. I hadn’t heard from him, so I assumed he would not be showing up.

I arrived Monday morning at my shift bright and early anyway. After all, I still had to vacuum the pool floor. I went inside and got it done with plenty of time to spare before the pool was set to open to the public.

Since I still had time, I decided to go for a swim. I stripped down to a pair of black speedos I’d worn underneath my street clothes. Then I retrieved a set of goggles.

I got into the water and did some swimming back and forth across the length of the pool. Then I proceeded to try a few breath-holds in the deep end. I submerged and went down to the bottom of the ladder where I clung to the last rung face down so as not to get water up my nose.

I developed a system where I increased my time underwater each time I went down. It was followed by some time at the surface to catch my breath. I worked myself up to a good two minutes with minimal effort. So I decided to try a few breath-holds lying face up.

The first couple of times down caused my sinuses to sting a little. But I soon got used to it. I even managed a couple of minutes looking up at the surface while holding onto the bottom of the pool ladder before ending my swim.

There was still no sign of Alex when a few elderly individuals started showing up after 9 am. I was a little disappointed. But I figured something must have come up.

I worked on Monday, and again on Wednesday. Still, there was no word. It wasn’t until Friday when he made an appearance.

He stopped by during the middle of my shift. He said he didn’t have time to swim. But he wanted to know if I was vacuuming the pool the following Monday and if I needed any help.

I told him the pool would probably need a good cleaning. He asked if it would be a problem if he showed up early to give me a hand. I said he was more than welcome. He smiled and thanked me, telling me he’d be here. Then he left.

I thought about him throughout the rest of the weekend. I couldn’t help wondering what we might do in the water together. I even found myself becoming a little aroused just thinking about it.

I got to the pool bright and early Monday morning. I stripped down to my red speedos and broke out the pool vac. Alex showed up a couple minutes later.

He changed into a pair of white speedos and helped me with the pool vacuum. I thought it was ironic, seeing him in his suit. Last time we’d been in the water, he’d worn red and I’d worn white.

After I finished running the vacuum over the bottom of the pool, he helped me put it away. I retrieved the goggles I’d used the week before. I also retrieved that brick I had stashed away, just in case we needed it to help stay down on the bottom.

Alex retrieved a pair of goggles out of his bag before joining me in the water. I had brought along my own waterproof watch, suspecting I might want to keep track of our times. He had his as well, so now we both could time ourselves.

We submerged and went straight down to the pool floor until we ended up on our knees. We held onto the bottom of the pool ladder to help ourselves stay down. But after the release of a few bubbles, neither of us really needed to hold onto the pool ladder any longer.

We both managed two minutes easily enough. When we surfaced, I told him I’d practiced the week before. He was glad to hear I’d enjoyed a little swim before my shift that day.

He smiled as he told me how much he missed breath-holding with me. He said he’d gotten busy and had been unable to get away. He was glad to be able to come back and enjoy a swim with me while setting aside the cares of the world for a while.

I wanted to show him I could hold my breath while lying face up. So I went down to the pool floor with the brick. But I got water up my nose and had to surface.

The next time down was much better. I stretched out on the bottom with the brick on my chest. Alex smiled as he swam from one side of the deep end to the other, swimming back and forth over the top of me. I even released bubbles up at him whenever he swam over the top of me.

After I had to surface for a breath, we changed positions. Alex stretched out on his back on the pool floor, the brick on his chest while he was holding his breath. This time it was my turn to swim back and forth over the top of him.

We finally surfaced together to catch our breath. A quick glance at the time indicated we only had about a half hour left to play with. Whatever we wanted to try would have to be accomplished within the next thirty minutes.

We went back down for another breath-hold. This time we held onto the same rung of the pool ladder, stretching out together side by side while we both faced downward. We soon became competitive, trying to see who could outlast the other.

We managed a 2:30 breath-hold together before I had to go up first. He came up a couple seconds later. While we were catching our breath, he smiled as he told me, “That was really hot, Dean.”

For some reason, he suddenly became a little shy. He hesitantly told me, “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, Dean. But you really turn me on. I hope that doesn’t offend you.”

“Not at all,” I replied with a smile. “Why should it offend me? Actually, I’m flattered.”

Up until that moment, I had not been all that aroused during our time in the water. There had been the occasional stirring. And I’d noticed he was not sporting much of a bulge up to that point.

Things changed the minute he told me that. My cock suddenly stirred in my speedos. Now I was the one feeling a little bit shy.

He smiled as he asked, “Would you mind going back down and holding your breath for me while facing upward? That is, if you don’t mind getting water up your nose again.”

My cock stirred a little more as I replied, “Not at all, Alex. Be glad to.” I don’t know why I was starting to become aroused all of the sudden.

I filled my lungs and submerged. I carefully work my way down to the bottom rung of the pool ladder. Then I turned myself over until I was facing upward.

Alex came down to join me. At first, he grabbed the next rung above mine and held onto it. We both held our breath together, him looking down at me as I released a few sporadic bubbles up into his face.

We stayed down together until our lungs began to strain. I could see him fighting it. At the same time, my chest was hitching in breathless agony. Then we both headed upward, managing a time around the 2:20 mark.

We surfaced and gasped for about thirty seconds. I self-consciously asked, “You want me to do it again?”

“Only if you want to, Dean.”

I smiled as we both filled our lungs. Then we went back down. I grabbed the bottom rung of the ladder and faced upward.

He didn’t grab onto the ladder and stretch out above me like I expected him to. Instead, he clung to the ladder with his left hand, which helped him remain down on the pool floor on his knees.

Alex settled right next to me, holding onto the ladder so he wouldn’t drift upward. His eyes were on me the entire time. I became so self-conscious that I felt my dick harden in my speedos.

He looked me up and down as though admiring me. Then he reached out with his right hand and caressed my chest. His touch felt electric.

I released a few more bubbles out of my mouth until I began to lose my buoyancy. I let go of the ladder and drifted downward until I was lying flat on my back on the pool floor. Alex drifted down with me until he was kneeling right next to me.

He slowly ran a hand over my chest again. I don’t know why, but it really made my dick stiffen. He smiled at me as he released a few more bubbles out of his nose.

I released a little more air to ease the strain in my lungs. My sinuses were flooded, but it didn’t bother me all that much. Perhaps I had finally gotten used to it. Or perhaps it was because Alex kept caressing my chest.

I felt the strain start in my stomach. It worked itself up into my lungs until I was struggling not to exhale. He caressed me even more as my lungs heaved in my chest.

My dick was rock-hard and throbbing, making a noticeable bulge in my speedos. He didn’t act as though he’d noticed. Instead, he just kept caressing my chest as I struggled to hold my breath.

I lost most of my air in a mighty whoosh. Then I shot up to the surface. Alex followed me up until the two of us were at the surface panting like crazy.

He checked his watch and smiled. “That was almost three minutes, Dean. That was really hot!”

“I guess I stayed down for a long time!” I panted, amazed at my time.

I gave him a long, curious look. He appeared to go all shy on me again. “You didn’t mind my touching you; did you, Dean? It’s just that I couldn’t help myself. And watching you struggle to hold it was really hot.”

I quickly told him I didn’t mind. Besides, I’d found it incredibly erotic being touched like that. Then I asked if he wanted a turn.

He went all shy on me again. Then he carefully answered, “I can if you want me to, Dean. But to be honest, I enjoy watching you hold your breath down there.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Ok; I suppose I can do it again. Maybe this time I can break three minutes on my back.”

“That would be great, Dean!”

We filled our lungs and submerged. I went straight down, grabbed onto the bottom rung of the ladder, and then rolled over onto my back. Alex came right down with me.

Once more he went to his knees while holding onto the ladder. Almost immediately he began caressing me again. My cock had softened once we’d returned to the surface. But it soon hardened right back up.

This time he caressed his way further down until his hand brushed over my bulge. My dick stiffened at his touch. He released a couple of bubbles out of his nose as he caressed me again.

He looked at me questioningly, as though trying to decide if I was ok with what he was doing to me. I gave him a smile of reassurance. Then I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on holding my breath.

He caressed me even more. The way he touched me helped distract me from focusing so hard on holding my breath. I lost a few more bubbles until I lost buoyancy and my body started to drift downward.

I let go of the ladder, ending up flat on my back on the pool floor again. I opened my eyes and looked at Alex. He smiled as he groped my bulge, releasing a few bubbles out of his nose until he didn’t have to hold onto the pool ladder anymore.

He slid his hand up my chest, touching and caressing me. I focused on the sensations and not so much on holding my breath. Then he smiled as he slid his hand back down.

Once more he caressed my bulge. He gave me a couple of squeezes until I really stiffened in his grasp. Then he began caressing my chest with the hand he’d used to hold onto the pool ladder.

I bubbled as he caressed my chest while rubbing my bulge. He reached down and cupped my balls through my speedos. I was so horny I could hardly stand it.

I didn’t bother keeping track of the time. Neither did Alex. He was too busy smiling and caressing me.

The strain in my lungs began to manifest in my chest. I could see he was straining a little as well. He just smiled as he caressed my heaving chest while working my bulge with his other hand. It was incredibly erotic.

I fought like hell to stay down for as long as I could. I guess I didn’t want him to stop touching me. Then I lost a huge burst of air.

I shot up like a rocket, bursting up and gasping loudly for breath. Alex came up a couple seconds later. He smiled at me as he panted, “It was so hot… watching you struggle… to hold your breath, Dean.”

“What you’re doing is…” I paused, unsure how to phrase it.

He looked alarmed as he asked, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all,” I replied reassuringly. “I think it’s… helping to distract me… helping me stay down longer.”

“Then you don’t mind doing another one for me, Dean?”

I checked my watch. We were still good on time. I shook my head and told him I didn’t mind.

We filled our lungs and went back down. Once more I grabbed onto the bottom rung of the pool ladder. Alex went right to work caressing my chest and bulge.

My cock was stiff as a board. It was becoming quite uncomfortable in its confinement. I couldn’t help wondering if Alex had any plans along those lines.

As if reading my mind, he slowly pealed back the edge of my speedos. The tip of my cock emerged. He caressed it with his fingers, releasing bubbles out of his mouth.

I could no longer keep from moaning my arousal as I lost a couple bubbles out of my nose. Alex caressed me until he pulled more of my suit down. My dick became even more exposed.

I glanced over to see how he was doing. His dick was making a noticeable bulge in his trunks. Apparently, he was greatly turned on by what he was doing to me.

I lost enough air to begin my descent to the bottom again. Alex lost enough of his breath to drift down with me. He caressed my chest with one hand while grabbing my exposed erection with the other.

I could not help moaning up a couple more bubbles. It was incredibly erotic. He just smiled at me as he enjoyed molesting me right there on the pool floor.

He was very gentle; he did not jerk me. He pulled my suit further down until he could cup my balls in his hand. My dick twitched as he smiled and bubbled at me.

I didn’t know what to do. A part of me wanted to cum. Was that what he was shooting for? Or was he just enjoying our time together?

He took his time caressing my chest with one hand and stroking my dick with the other. I stiffened in his grasp every time he squeezed. I think it helped me concentrate on holding my breath by wanting to stay down and allow him to touch me all over.

Once more, my lungs began to hurt from lack of air. My chest heaved in breathless agony. He seemed to like that a lot. He certainly smiled and rubbed my chest as he stroked my dick.

I lost spurts of my breath. Then there was a big whoosh of air. He gripped my dick a couple extra seconds as though forgetting to let go. Then I shot up to the surface.

I burst up, gasping like crazy. Alex came up a couple seconds later. “It’s so hot… watching your chest heave… as your dick twitches, Dean. I hope you don’t… mind my… being so, uh… so personal.”

I told him I didn’t mind. Then I glanced at the time. The way things were going, I figured we would be wise if we didn’t stay in the pool much longer.

He saw me check on the time. “Is everything all right, Dean?”

“I think we can do one more,” I replied. Besides, I was hoping to have a release at the bottom of the pool.

I guess he wanted to make sure things were all right with me. “Do you like what I’m doing to you, Dean?”

“I certainly have no complaints,” I said with a smile. “You’re uh… you’re sure making me feel good.”

“Would you mind if I made you cum? I mean, as my way of thanking you for swimming and breath-holding with me?” He grasped onto my exposed cock and tugged it for emphasis.

“Not at all, Alex,” I told him with a smile. “Only if you want to.”

He smiled and nodded. We both began taking deep breaths as I became more and more excited. Then we submerged together.

I reached the bottom rung of the ladder and grabbed on. Alex grabbed the pool ladder to steady himself. Then he began caressing me again.

His hand slid down until he reached my exposed dick. Once more, he began gently tugging on me. A few bubbles trickled out of his nose.

I released a few bubbles as well. He stroked me a little harder. Then he let go of the ladder.

He grabbed onto me to keep from drifting upward. He slowly stroked me as his head moved closer to my crotch. He looked at me and smiled before giving the tip of my dick a little bubbly kiss.

I twitched in his grasp. He kissed the tip again. Then he slowly took it into his mouth.

For a moment, I didn’t know what to do. I moaned up a few bubbles, causing me to lose what little buoyancy I had left. That’s when I drifted toward the bottom of the pool.

Alex stayed with me as he slowly took me all the way into his mouth. A couple bubbles dribbled out of his nose. He was very slow and careful.

He kept his eyes on me the entire time. I think he was looking for any reaction on my part that would indicate a need for him to stop. I wasn’t sure I wanted a male sucking my dick. But I sure as hell didn’t want him to stop.

He slowly came off my cock. Then he took me deeper. I felt him suction me, causing my dick to twitch in his mouth.

He reached up and slowly pulled my goggles up off my face. I blinked as I lost a few bubbles. My dick twitched again between his lips.

Alex was no longer buoyant. I watched as he slowly began to shift his position. Soon he was lying between my spread legs, my dick still lodged in his mouth.

He was very slow and methodical. He would almost gulp me down before backing off and going slow again. It felt incredible.

I couldn’t believe a guy was blowing me! But it felt so good that I still didn’t want him to stop. Watching a grown man suck my dick underwater, the occasional bubble coming out of his nose and mouth, was strangely arousing.

I tried not to think about holding my breath. Instead, I concentrated on how wonderful it felt. His eyes remained focused on me the entire time.

We were into our second minute underwater when he began to increase his activity. He took me deep, slowly sucked until his mouth came off, and then took me deep again. My cock twitched and throbbed, desperate for a release.

He began to bob up and down, more bubbles escaping his nose. A few came out through the seal his lips made around my dick. That’s when I began to feel it in my lungs.

I grunted and moaned as I instinctively thrust up into his mouth. He began bobbing up and down on my shaft, losing more bubbles. I felt the agony in my lungs, causing my chest to heave.

He worked my cock harder, losing more bubbles. I grunted as I struggled not to inhale. I wanted to cum, but I was all out of breath!

I lost a burst of bubbles. Alex took me deep. I lost another burst, only to feel him cup my balls as he suctioned hard while bobbing up and down on my shaft.

I felt it start to rise up within me. So I tried to warn him off. He just sucked good and hard until my dick exploded in his mouth.

There was so much that a little cream slipped out past the seal his clenched lips made. I kept thrusting as he tried to drain me. Then my lungs heaved painfully.

I lost a huge burst of air as I pulled out of his mouth and shot up to the surface. Alex was right behind me. We popped up together gasping loudly for breath.

He panted, “That was… incredibly hot, Dean! I hope you… didn’t mind. I just couldn’t… help myself!”

I blushed as I checked the time. Then I reached down and pulled my speedos back on. He saw my expression and nodded, “Yeah, I suppose it’s time to get out of here before your customers show up.”

We climbed out and dried ourselves off. He went into the locker room to change as I got back into my street clothes. It was still just the two of us in the building when he came out of the locker room fully dressed.

“I had a great time, Dean,” he told me with a huge grin. “You’re getting really good at holding your breath.”

I smiled bashfully. “Well, I had a little help.” He just laughed.

“Thanks for letting me in early to help you clean the pool, Dean. And thanks for, uh… well, thanks for humoring me.”

I smiled as I told him, “You’re welcome, Alex.”

He paused for a moment. Then he told me, “I said it before. But I’m going to say it again. You turn me on, Dean. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, Alex. I don’t mind.”

He just smiled and nodded. Then he was gone.

For a moment I stood there staring at the door he’d just walked through. Had I really allowed a guy to suck my dick underwater? It had certainly felt enjoyable. It made me wonder what else we might do together if and when he returned for another swim.

2022 (written Jan 29 ’22 by riwa)

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A bad day for two boys (m/m) 4.1 (35)

A story from a guest author I found in my archives. I just touched up the grammar and sentence structure a bit to help it flow better.

It was a sunny afternoon when I met Gerry. There were no cars in the parking spaces, only 2 mopeds, which I must confess is unusual. But hey, life is unusual. This was the countryside, and also woods, which were often extremely quiet. Just the place to play fantasy games in particular, considering I enjoy them.

The normal game involved being stripped naked, restrained and punished. So very quickly after I greeted him, Gerry, feeling excited with anticipation, told me to put my hands behind my back. There upon, he handcuffed me and told me to walk in front of him. The playtime had commenced.

We walked like that for a while until he told me to stop. Without much warning, he took hold of my shorts and ripped them up the side seams to the waistband. Then he continued to rip the material round the front and back until all that was left was the waistband itself, where upon he threw the material into the vegetation growing at the side of the path.

Whilst this turned me on so much, it was unusual because Gerry knew that I didn’t have spare clothes with me. ‘Oh well.’ I thought, excited to the core of my body.

So now, in my vest and boxer-briefs, Gerry told me to start walking again.

A little further along the path, we confronted two young boys, maybe late teens with crash helmets. So we had discovered who owned the mopeds. Clearly they had been up to no good.

Seeing me dressed like that, they asked Gerry what was going on, to which Gerry answered their question with a description of what he was planning in terms of sexual playtime by exploring his fantasies. So they asked if they could watch. Gerry agreed, so now there were four of us.

We turned off the path into the thick woods where no one would venture. After a short time, Gerry stopped me and told one of the boys to fix shackles around my ankles, which this boy agreed to do without hesitation. Gerry also told them to gag me so I could not speak. By now I was starting to wonder what he had in mind.

Further into the woods we went. But after a time, he told me to stop, at which point he produced from his backpack a gun and pointed it at both the boys. He told them to take their shorts off and put the handcuffs and shackles on their legs.

Gerry then gagged them one at a time, ignoring their protests and frightened looks until they, too, couldn’t talk and could not run either. This made three of us all the same: restrained, gagged and partially dressed.

I was wearing my normal Jockey Y-fronts. Both boys were wearing boxer-briefs. This now appeared to be out of script to the normal play time. But I and the boys couldn’t do anything about it.

“Walk on” said Gerry.

After a short period of time, we came into a clearing with a tree in the centre. It was quiet, apart from the sound of birds singing and normal forest sounds. But hanging from the tree was a hangman’s rope with a wooden box underneath about three tall, which Gerry had already prepared.

I became really scared. So did the boys. But Gerry made quite sure we couldn’t run and couldn’t talk or protest.

“Right then. Steve and you boys? After careful consideration, I have decided to execute you all. It’s a real shame, boys, that you bumped into us. Because once you had, and news got out that a body had been found hanged, you would have put two and two together and would have become witnesses. And I can’t have that. Sorry.”

“As for you Steve, I have always had a fantasy about hanging someone. And I sort of figured you wouldn’t mind, since you like to play games.”

“So, here’s what is going to happen. I am going to strip you, and then shave your entire body one at a time until you look like the day you were born. Then I plan to suck you off as much as you can cum and then finish the job”. Two of you will have the privilege of watching and enjoy the view until it becomes your time”.

Gerry was a big man, and a powerful man. He grabbed the first boy and pulled him over to the rope. All the time, the boy struggled, but in vain. Very shortly, Gerry had placed the rope around his neck and had hoisted him against his will onto the wooden box.

There upon, he ripped his t-shirt off his body. Then he took hold of his boxer-briefs and pulled at the material until it gave way, allowing the continuation of removing his underwear.

Now naked, Gerry produced a shave and commenced with his hair on his head, slowly working his way down to his waist. He then started at the ankles and shaved up his legs to his groin. Head, chest, back and behind his legs were all smooth.

Then he started to shave his bottom. Once finished, he moved round to the front and started to shave all his pubic hair.

After a couple of minutes, the boy was hairless. But he was also aroused and had developed a firm erection. Gerry took in his mouth and sucked him until he was dry.

“Don’t worry, boy,” said Gerry. “You will have another erection as you swing. And I will be able to suck you off one last time.

At that point, Gerry kicked the box away. The boy fell, but the rope held. Thrashing his legs and the rope biting into his neck, you could see the desperate attempt to breath. His face was getting more and more red.

Then, as Gerry had said, the boy in his death throws developed an erection. But this time, you could see it was thicker and firmer than before. And as before, Gerry took his cock in his mouth and sucked him off, taking his last juices of life in the most powerful orgasm this boy had ever had. His cum spurted and spurted – you could tell. Gerry just took it all.

In the meantime, the other boy, seeing his friend dying, tried to run. But he tripped and fell over because he couldn’t run.

It took two or three minutes for the boy to stop moving. Even I could tell with my limited medical knowledge that he had died. At that point, Gerry released him from the rope and threw him to one side.

Now it was the turn of the second boy. And as before, Gerry grabbed and dragged him over to the rope. All the time, the boy struggled, but in vain. Very shortly, Gerry had placed the rope around his neck and had hoisted him against his will onto the wooden box.

Again, Gerry ripped his t-shirt off his body. Then he took hold of his boxer-briefs and pulled at the material until it gave way, allowing the continuation of removing his underwear.

Now naked, Gerry produced a shave and commenced with his hair on his head, slowly working his way down to his waist. He then started at the ankles and shaved up his legs to his groin. Head, chest, back and behind his legs were all smooth.

Then he started to shave his bottom. Once finished, he moved round to the front and started to shave all his pubic hair. After a couple of minutes, the boy was hairless, but also aroused. He had developed a firm erection which Gerry took in his mouth and sucked him until he was dry.

As before, Gerry kicked the box away. The boy fell, but the rope held. Thrashing his legs and the rope biting into his neck, you could see the desperate attempt to breath, his face getting more and more red.

And then, as Gerry had said, the boy in his death throws developed an erection. But this time, you could see it was thicker and firmer than before. And as before, Gerry took his cock in his mouth and sucked him off, taking his last juices of life in the most powerful orgasm this boy had ever had. His cum spurted and spurted – you could tell. Gerry just took it all.

All I could do was witness the death of two boys, with the second in his last few minutes of life. Slowly but surely, his body became still.

Once Gerry was content that life had been extinguished, he released him from the rope and threw him down to lie next to his friend.

Now came my turn. I was resigned to my fate. But all the same, I attempted to resist him. But as before, he dragged me to the rope, placed it around my neck and hoisted me up onto the wooden box.

As before, he tore off my vest and then ripped all the Jockey Y-Fronts from my body. Once naked, he commenced with shaving off every hair on my body.

So, very shortly, I was naked and hairless, and awaiting execution. But I was also aroused. And like before, Gerry took my cock in his mouth.

I could not prevent my ejaculation. I felt it spurt until it actually gushed into his mouth for the last time.

But this time was different from the boys. They had come to the woods for sex. I had come to play sexual fantasy games, and as such, I still aroused. My erection refused to go.

Gerry could see this, and he took me again in his mouth. But because I had cum not long ago, he had to suck and suck and suck until I thrust my juices into his throat with what was the most sensational orgasm I had ever had.

“Well that was fun,” said Gerry. Then he released my neck from the rope, and undid the gag. “How was that for you? I enjoyed the whole thing so much. It made quite a change from the normal playtime; didn’t it?”

“But Gerry, you murdered those boys!”

“Yep; that’s right. And I enjoyed the whole sensation. I’m sure you enjoyed watching as well, while wondering if I was going to hang you too. Come on, it must have given you the sexual fantasy of your life; didn’t it?”

I could not argue otherwise. The whole episode had been one long sexual encounter. It was a reality/fantasy that we could not have imagined.

“Gerry, yep, I agree. But I have a few requests on the way back to the car. One, I wish to remain handcuffed and shackled. Two, I want you to gag me again, tie me up and use the rope to whip me until I bleed and beg you to stop. Then I want for you to have me up the arse for however many times you want and finally be forced to march back to the car like this.”

“OK Steve, I agree. But let’s bury these boys first.”

So, Gerry buried them under a lovely tree, knowing full well that they would never be discovered, whilst I watched. Then Gerry turned to me, took off his clothes and took me from behind. Then he continued to do all that I had asked.

What a day to remember.

Written By Gerry Robins

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The consequences of snooping 2 4.4 (19)

Part 2

She was suddenly pulled up to the surface, gasping and coughing violently. Salma swam her into shallow water, the petite little Asian limp as a rag doll in her grasp. The cruel Hispanic didn’t fail to notice the dazed look in the eyes of her victim.

“Well – well!” the middle-aged woman observed with great interest. “What the hell happened to you?? You didn’t actually have an orgasm down there, did you? Why, you little slut!” All Emma could do was pant quietly, too exhausted to give her any more lip.

“I should have known,” Salma noted with a sadistic gleam in her eyes. “It’s always the little ones… trying to be thieves when they’re nothing but sluts. Down you go, slut!”

Emma cried out in alarm, bubbling weakly as she was shoved back down below the surface. She hadn’t gotten her breath back and she was severely winded. Then she heard the bitch cackling at her from the surface…

“You like it down there, you little slut? Does drowning turn you on? Then let’s see how turned on you can REALLY get!”

Emma’s eyes flew open in horror as she started thrashing about. She tried to wriggle and squirm. But she simply didn’t have the strength to put up a good fight.

She heard the bitch laugh at her as she was pulled back up to the surface. “I think we’re going to have some fun, you and I. I just LOVE teaching little bitches a lesson, especially defiant sluts like you. Now it’s MY turn, slut!”

Emma had just enough time to pull in a ragged breath before she was shoved back down. This time her face was mashed into the crotch of her adversary. Her lips instantly tasted the flavor of Salma’s sticky arousal in the fabric of her bottoms. The fact that the sexy bitch was turned on only increased the tingles she was feeling surging hotly through her body.

“I’m next, you little slut,” she heard the woman call down at her with sadistic glee. “I know you can hear me down there, you little slut. And I’m sure you know what to do. So you’d better get to it before I lose my patience and drown your sorry ass!”

Emma resisted instinctively, unable to help herself as she defiantly shook her head. Then she was jerked back up to the surface, coughing and sputtering. Somehow she found the strength to cry out, “YOU BITCH! YOU CAN’T TREAT ME LIKE THIS!”

“Have it your way,” Salma responded in annoyance, actually sounding happy the little maid was being so defiant. “I just love punishing sluts like you. Either it’s pleasure for me or it’s drowning for you. So drowning it is.”

Emma let out a cry as she was brutally shoved back down into the water. She wriggled and squirmed, but was in no position to break free. She’d opened her stupid mouth, and now she was going to pay for it!

“YOU STUPID IDIOT!” her mind screamed at her. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?? YOU JUST HAD TO PUSH HER BUTTONS ONE MORE TIME, DIDN’T YOU!! NOW SHE’S GOING TO DROWN YOUR STUPID ASS FOR SURE!”

The floor was right there beneath her. She fought to get her feet underneath her. But Salma kept her off-balance, refusing to allow her to get back to the surface.

Her lungs began to scream at her in protest. Her mind yelled at her, “YOU MORON! NEXT TIME, DO WHATEVER THE HELL SHE WANTS!”

Her lungs were on fire, the air bursting out of her mouth, when she was mercifully pulled back up. She coughed and sputtered, desperately trying to get her breath back. “That wouldn’t happen to be an apology, would it?” the Hispanic woman asked, glaring ominously at her.

“All right – all right,” Emma panted weakly, grateful for the reprieve. “You win – you win. I’ll do anything you want.” Her body was tingling like crazy again, her pussy screaming at her for another orgasmic release.

“It’s nice to know a little slut like you can learn her place,” Salma responded with mocking sweetness. “Now let’s see what you can do while holding your breath.

Emma was granted just enough time to fill her lungs before she was shoved back down below the surface. Once again her face was mashed up against the Hispanic woman’s crotch. Emma obediently began mouthing Salma’s bikini bottoms.

She used her lips and tongue to find the right area. This time it tasted like the cruel bitch was even more aroused. It set the bubbling little Asian to trembling like mad, knowing the middle-aged woman was so turned on at her suffering.

She dutifully mouthed and licked, doing her best to get her blackmailer off. It occurred to her the bitch might tell her manager about the incident in the motel room just for spite. She decided it was a chance she simply could not take. Perhaps making her cum a time or two might soften her attitude.

She felt those warning heaves in her stomach, and she went to licking and mouthing more aggressively. The spasms reached her lungs until she grunted as she redoubled her efforts. She needed up, but the bitch wasn’t letting her go!

“LET ME UP!” her mind screamed. “GAWD; DON’T LET ME DROWN DOWN HERE!”

She lost a big burst of bubbles before she was hauled up, gasping like crazy. A few seconds more and she might have swallowed water. “You don’t have to keep me down so long!” she panted heavily.

Salma laughed in her face. Then she was pushed right back down. Once more she was crammed into the woman’s crotch.

Emma writhed and bubbled, furiously working her lips and tongue. A disturbing thought in the back of her mind suggested the bitch might just leave her at the bottom of the pool if her efforts weren’t successful. It sent another fearful jolt of wildly erotic tingles coursing through her body.

Emma grunted and moaned as the attractive Hispanic woman began humping her face. Perhaps there was hope after all, especially since the idea of getting off her attacker was wildly arousing.

The warning heaves of breathlessness returned to her stomach, quickly transferring up into her chest as her lungs began to strain. It was taking too long. She was running out of air!

“GAWD, BITCH!” her mind cried out. “ORGASM ALREADY, YOU SPANISH PERVERT!”

Her lungs were on fire. Emma bubbled as she struggled to get the woman off. Her tongue lashed out as she frantically mouthed the bitch’s private parts. But it didn’t seem to be enough.

Panic set in, causing her to thrash about between her adversary’s legs. Emma screamed away a froth of bubbles. Then she was pulled back up, gasping and sputtering like crazy.

“Not enough,” Salma told her coldly, her eyes narrowing. “I guess it’s time for you to face the consequences of snooping. Besides, I think I’m going to get off watching you drown for me.”

The petite little Asian was shoved back down into the water. Emma knew she was in trouble the moment the woman forced her between her legs. Then she was wedged in place between powerful thighs.

Salma maintained a good grip on her wrists, preventing her from getting any kind of leverage at all. Then to Emma’s horror, the woman started humping her wriggling body as she held her down. That’s when a horrifying thought suddenly leaped to mind… OH MY GAWD; SHE’S GOING TO GET OFF DROWNING ME!

Almost immediately Emma started thrashing about, desperate to free herself from between those legs of iron entrapping her. She struggled to break free. But Salma clung grimly to her wrists with hands of steel.

Her lungs started to heave as her cheeks began to bulge. Emma struggled desperately to hold her breath. She could see the Hispanic woman grinning down at her with sadistic pleasure as she furiously humped her. It was just as terrifying as it was arousing.

Emma cried out a flurry of bubbles. She was aware of a mammoth climax rushing toward her. This time she was afraid it was going to hit at the same time she started to drown.

Panic-fueled adrenaline caused her to violently twist and wriggle. But she couldn’t get free. GAWD, NOOOO…

It slammed into her like a large wave crashing up against the rocks where they kicked up a violent spray. Emma was aware of a white hot pleasure surging through her from head to toe. She could also feel Salma violently humping her body… could hear the bitch’s orgasmic cry. Then her nervous system shorted out as she blacked out…

When Emma regained consciousness, she was back at the surface, propped up against the side of the pool on extremely wobbly legs. “You still with me?” Salma asked her, the Hispanic woman helping hold her up. Emma nodded weakly, her body singing with delicious aftershocks.

“You should hire yourself out as the hotel pool slut,” Salma said with a chuckle. “You’re much better at it. And I think you’d be less likely to get into trouble snooping around in the guest rooms.”

Emma moaned softly as her strength returned. “Can you mange?” the Hispanic woman asked, concern in her voice. “Can you stand on your own?” Strange how she had suddenly become much nicer.

“Yes, ma’am,” Emma panted, too exhausted to push any more buttons. What she needed now was to go home and sleep off the delicious orgasms she’d just endured.

Salma slowly waded to the shallow end where she climbed out of the pool. Then she walked over and retrieved the lifeguard body board that hung from the wall. “Just one more thing and then we’ll be done,” she said as though talking to herself, loud enough for the tired Asian to hear.

“What?” Emma blurted out in alarm as the woman waded back toward her. “But I… I thought we were done!”

“Hardly,” the middle-aged woman said coldly, that ominous tone returning to her voice. “You should know by now that the consequences of snooping can be quite steep. Now get your little Asian ass over here. It’s time for us to have some more fun while you practice your breath-holding skills.”

Emma felt an erotic jolt hit her hard. That’s when she started trembling all over again. “You’re CRAZY!” she blurted out. “We’re EVEN, ok? I’ve done my part! You nearly DROWNED me, you Spanish pervert!”

“SLUT!” Salma roared, rising up and charging toward the foolish housekeeper.

Emma let out a cry as she tried to run in the opposite direction. But her energy reserves had been severely depleted.

She was tackled to the ground, the two of them spilling onto the floor of the pool. “GET OFF ME, YOU BITCH!” Emma cried out. The Hispanic woman just laughed cruelly at her.

She kicked and thrashed about as she was dragged over to the body board lying next to the deep end. “Time for your next lesson, you little thief!” the woman cackled with wicked glee.

Emma felt a jolt of alarm as she was forced upon the body board. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” she yelled, wildly erotic tingles surging through her quivering body again as Salma worked the straps. “YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS; YOU’LL SEE!”

Her adversary chuckled at her. As far as she was concerned? The little slut could bluster all she wanted. She was STILL going for a ride on the board.

Emma continued to put up a protest… “No… NOOO!”

“Shut up, slut!”

“YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!”

“The hell I won’t!”

“YOU’VE GOT NO RIGHT! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG!”

“Shut your mouth!”

“YOU CAN’T TREAT ME LIKE THIS!”

“SLUT! STOP WRIGGLING AROUND!”

Emma struggled, but it did her no good. Salma soon had her securely strapped down to the body board. The little Asian started panting like crazy, her nipples hard underneath her Speedos as her pussy screamed at her again.

“YOU TURN ME LOOSE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”

“Still being mouthy?” the Hispanic woman responded with a snort, shaking her head in amazement over the little Asian’s brazen attitude despite being clearly overmatched. “I’d say it’s time to drown that defiance right out of your sorry ass, wouldn’t you?” Then she grabbed the side of the body board and started to flip the foolish little housekeeper over toward the water.

Emma gasped in horror. Instantly she started to backpedal, trying to save the situation. “No, WAIT! I’ll be good – I’ll be…”

The rest of her protests were swallowed up as she splashed upside down into the pool, the body board keeping her right at the surface.

Emma squirmed like crazy, desperately trying to free herself. But the woman had strapped her down too tight. Besides, she’d also made sure her wrists had been secured with an extra loop. The Asian was completely helpless… and totally dependent upon the woman to flip her back over.

She stopped her struggles, concentrating on holding her breath. Then she heard a splash. Salma was now in the water with her and had actually moved underneath her.

Emma glared defiantly at her. She indignantly shook her head, her mind crying out, GET ME OUT OF THIS, YOU BITCH! That’s when Salma drifted upward toward her.

Emma felt an erotic jolt as the bitch stretched out underneath her. Then the two women were pressed up against each other, body to body and chest to chest.

Emma winced and bubbled as the wicked woman grabbed her head in her hands. Then she deliberately blew bubbles up into her face, smiling with great amusement. The struggling Asian housekeeper grunted in alarm as her cheeks began to bulge, indicating she was running out of air.

Her defiance melted away as her lungs started to heave. She grunted urgently, her cheeks puffing out even more as she struggled to hold her breath. That’s when the wicked Hispanic groped her tits through her suit, squeezing with sadistic glee.

Emma grunted again, anxiously shaking her head while moaning weakly. She was almost out of breath, her eyes getting bigger in growing desperation. Then Salma changed her position underneath her so she could push up hard on one edge.

The petite little Asian flipped right over with a bubbly cry. She ended up settling upright at the surface. That’s where she gasped madly for breath.

Salma rose up out of the water with an amused chuckle. She clung to the edge of the body board while using it as a floatation device. Emma cried out, gasping and sputtering, “All right – all right; you win! Just let me go, ok?”

“Oh, honey,” the woman said with a lustful smile and a shake of her head. “Do you know how exciting it is watching you all tied up like this? Do you have any idea how horny it makes me, watching you squirm and bubble? I love the look of panic in your expression as your body starts to react from lack of air.”

Emma was outraged. “You BITCH! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS!”

The Hispanic woman sadly shook her head in response. “I see your defiance has returned. That is most unfortunate.” Then she grinned with wicked amusement.

“On the other hand, one should look at these things on the positive side. At least I get to flip you back over and watch you as I try drowning that defiance right out of you. I think I’m really going to enjoy this.”

Emma gasped in horror, realizing she’d done it again. “NO – WAIT! I DIDN’T MEAN – !”

“Let’s see how long you can hold your breath THIS time,” Salma gasped excitedly as she flipped the petite little Asian back over. Emma let out a cry that was swallowed up in a flurry of bubbles.

2012; 2022 (written May 4 ’12; ed. Jan 1 ‘22 by riwa)

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Chapter 3 – A PAIN SLUT

“Whip them!?”

“Yes, darling, whip them. Really hurt them and leave them with whip marks so you can show them off.”

“Show them off to who?”

She smiled at me, if you can call the pain wracked grimace she managed a smile. “I was going to a party,
and now you can come too. You’ll love it, it’ll be full of people like us. They need what we need and the
fact that we’re mother and daughter will make us very popular. Oh, God, darling, my tits really hurt!

I thought about that. I’d be on display, my marks and perversions openly visible.

“Yes, please, Mommy, and can you mark me up first so they can see what a pain slut I am?”

“Of course, dear. And you can do the same for me! Oh, this is going to be so good! But first, I have to
whip those nice big tits of yours so stick them out so I can really hurt them.”

She fetched a short whip from its clips on the wall and showed it to me.

“It’s short and it’s flexible, it’ll wrap right around those nice big swollen tits of yours.”

I was actually panting, filled with longing, fear and incredible arousal. I knew I would cum hard again if
my tits were really hurt and eagerly lifted them and thrust them out for their pain.

“Hurt them, Mommy, really hurt them. Oh, please hurt them! I’m a real pain slut, aren’t I!”

“Darling, you’re the best natural pain slut I’ve ever met and I’ve met a few.”

And she bought the whip down on my out-thrust tits, hard and straight across their tops. I screamed, the
pain was intense but I needed more, I could feel my cunt’s wetness and its pre-cum clenching. I lifted
them again, holding them out for the whip.

“More, Mommy, oh, please, more, more!”

Again the whip lashed down on my proffered flesh, and I threw my head back and screamed. “Again! Oh,
please again! Harder! Harder!” and I really needed more – a lot more.

Because after just two lashes I was swimming in a sea of pain and arousal, holding my own flesh out for
the lash and on the edge of an enormous cum. Somehow I managed to restrain myself while mom
whipped my willing tits. I sank to my knees, unable to keep standing but still lifted my pain wracked and
constricted globes out to their agony.

Occasionally, I would collapse forward, nursing my tits, but always straightened up again, holding them
out to their torture. I could see the marks accumulating on my upper tits and loved seeing them. A party
and I had only just learned my real nature, a party where I could be myself and learn so much more about
myself and those like me, and they would see my tits and know that I was a true pain slut.

I was on the verge of cumming.

Mom shifted her grip and bought the lash across both my nipples. I howled and cummed, sank into a
world of pain and incredible pleasure, my empty cunt spasming and clenching on its emptiness as I fell
forward, squeezing my swollen and marked tits and completely helpless in my orgasmic excess.

I really don’t know how long that cum lasted, but I was pretty well exhausted when it was over. I looked
up at my mother, standing there, still with the whip in her hand.

“Oh, mum, that was wonderful. I need that all the time.”

“Well, not cumming all the time dear, but I can keep you worked up all the time. There are plenty of ways
to do that. To start with I’ve got nice little alligator clips for your clit and nips.”

“Oh, yes! Oh, Mom, my tits really hurt and I still want more! I never knew I was like this! I never knew
you were like this!”

“I want more all the time, darling but I’ve learned to control it. But one of these days I’ll just let it go and
let them do whatever they want to me for as long as they want. Torture me to the end. But not before I
know you’ve got it under control as well.”

“You mean the people who’ll be at the party? Let them torture you to death? Snuff you?”

Mummy licked her lips and squeezed down hard on her aching tits.

“Ooooh, that really hurts! Yes, I love always having it as a possibility, even the thought turns me on. I
think Daphne, one of our older members, has demanded to be allowed to go all the way at the next party
so that’ll let you understand why we always have that possibility.”

“I’ll be there when she’s snuffed? I can join in!”

“Snuffing her, of course you can. Join in with her when she’s snuffed? No. You need to experience so
much more first, even if you do agree to it. Anyway, in the meantime you’ll love every moment of it, just
like I do.”

I was so aroused by the thought of snuffing another woman, especially if she wanted it. It had to be the
ultimate form of masochism and, since I had accepted my own innate and extreme masochism and
incestuous lesbianism I was eager to see another woman indulge her own extreme masochism to the
ultimate limit.

“What could I do?”

Mommy squeezed her tits again and her hips started to jerk. “You like hurting tits, yours and mine, so
maybe you could work on hers. Binding them, inflating them, Branding them, injecting acid or holding
fire to them. Things that really hurt.”

“And she wants this?”

“Don’t you? I know I do.”

I thought about that. It was true that I got huge pleasure from having my erogenous areas hurt and
tortured and if it was part of being snuffed I wouldn’t have to worry about recovery or social interactions
afterward. But to give up on life and all it had to offer? Not yet, I decided. Perhaps some time, but not
yet.

“Alright, if she wants it and her tits are available, I’ll really hurt them.” I licked my lips, “Really hurt them.”

Chapter 4 – PREPARATION

So now Mommy and I are going to the snuff party. A party for people like us and only us.

Mommy has told me what will happen at the party.

Daphne will be tortured until she dies under the torture. She wants it, needs it, craves it. She’ll be the
center of attention just as she likes and she’ll be able to be tortured as severely as she always wants but
as they haven’t been able to do for her up to now.

Even so, Mommy says she’s permanently scarred, has huge, augmented tits, wears a tormentingly tight
corset at all possible times and has her underwear lined with sharp pins. For her, sitting is a penance. A
penance she needs and loves. One of us but who, after many years of eager suffering, has been allowed
to have herself tortured to death. To be snuffed in front of all of us.

Mommy says she’ll beg for it as long as she’s capable.

We know that we too will be used and hurt and abused by everyone at that party and we’re desperately
looking forward to it. We’ll be able to use and abuse others at the party as well, but for us, well, we are
so eager to be the objects that everyone uses for their pleasure that we’re already wet and trembling
with lust and desire just from thinking about it. We keep embracing, rubbing our bruised and marked
bodies against each other, describing to each other how we will be treated, revelling in the predictions.

But now, we have to prepare. We know each other well and know that for a party like this we will need
to be dressed in painfully constrictive clothing; clothing that starts to cause our sexual excitement to
become ever more obvious, clothing that will make us objects of lust, desire and derision. Clothing that
will make the party guests want to torture and torment and fuck us as we moan and weep from the pain
and frustration that we will so eagerly experience.

We wear identical skin-tight leather suits, tightened onto our willing bodies until we both have difficulty
breathing, just the way we really crave it. The suit is dampened so that, as the leather dries, it will
shrink and grip even harder on us, increasing the tightness that constricts our bodies even further until
we will both be struggling to breathe. I’ve tried it just to find out what it feels like and the crushing
constriction, the difficulty breathing, the pain of constriction all get me so hot that it’s wonderful
torment. Trying to imagine how it will feel with the other torments that will be imposed on my body
makes me ready to cum.

Out tits, of course, are bare, further constricted about their bases so that they swell and stand out from
our leather encased bodies like two soccer balls, swollen and firm to the touch. Neither Mommy nor I
can resist this treatment and even want to go further and so have injected a salt solution into each
other’s tits: the needle penetrating our nipples and into the center of each tit, the saline from the
needle swelling our pain wracked globes until they reach ludicrous dimensions.

Of course this increases the weight of our tits until they hang off our chests like two water filled sacks,
unbalancing us and making us have to carry them in our cupped hands. They need support and that
support is provided by a half bra each, a bra that leaves most of our tits bare and a bra that is lined with
tacks, a further continuous source of stimulating agony.

Our nipples have not been spared and on each is an office paper clamp which crushes them agonizingly
and makes us even more aroused. Heavy weights hang from these clamps, swaying and further
agonizing our nipples as they move.

We stand there, fondling each other’s swollen tits, flicking at our nipples, pulling and dropping the
weights until we can stand no more and collapse, sobbing and moaning, onto each other’s shoulders,
our tears wetting each other’s hair.

Oh! How so much pain and degradation turn us on and we need, we crave, the derision and agony that
await us at the hands of the party guests. We are both trembling with a mixture of dread and desperate
anticipation.

Of course, our cunts have not been left out of our preparations for the torments to come. At this point
we have whipped each other’s cunts with a leather belt until they are swollen and bruised, their lips,
inner and outer, swollen and protruding, ready for further torture. Our clits have swollen as well and we
occasionally touch or pinch our and each other’s clits, a wonderful source of intense pain and arousal.

We both love this and, when we were using the belt on each other, eagerly presented our cunts, our
legs widely spread, as in turn we lashed the leather belt down on each other’s proffered flesh. Even
though our cunt lips are bruised and swollen we offered ourselves eagerly to the lash of the belt,
thrusting our suffering cunts up to meet it.

We know that our mutual punishment is merely the precursor to the real cunt torture that we will be
inflicted on us during the party.

My frequently expressed desire to become a mouth and asshole only whore, denying me the pleasure of
cunt sex, is about to become reality. I’ve conceived this when Mommy denied me any orgasms and
clipped my inner cunt lips together so nothing can penetrate me and if I want anything in me it’ll have to
be in my mouth or arsehole. I know that during the party I’ll have my labia minora clamped together
using big, very tight, office paper clamps, preventing me from being fucked in my cunt and providing me
with delicious frustration, especially since my clit will protrude from my cruelly clamped cunt, a clit that
will be used to arouse me to the point of orgasm and then left alone while I beg and cry for relief. The
clamping will, of course, be deliciously painful and arousing, pervert pain slut that I love to be.

Our cunts are fully exposed, completely bare, all hair removed from our bodies by laser treatment,
leaving both of us with a smooth and exposed skin, ready for unprotected punishment. We know our
naked cunts will be thoroughly whipped and abused prior to being clamped tight shut.

Also prior to our clampinng we will have forced toilet brushes into our cunts, torturing ourselves in
public so the guests can see just what a completely perverted pair of sluts we are. Just thinking about
pushing the bristly head into our cunts, scratching and prickling as we force it deeper, watching each
other’s self-imposed agony until the brushes are firmly embedded in our suffering cunts, leaving the
handle obscenely protruding, excites both of us.

Mom is the first to voice the thought that is most on our minds: “Let’s practice with the toilet brushes.”

“Oh, yes Mom, shall we do ourselves or each other?”

Mom licked her lips and fingered her clit. “Let’s …. Let’s do ourselves first and then fuck each other with
them! It’ll hurt so wonderfully!”

Toilet brushes, along with various whips, clamps, constraints, arse plugs and dildoes are part of our
readily available equipment. We never know when we will need to torture ourselves or each other.
I fetched two brushes from where they hung on the wall and handed one to my Mommy.

“How far do you think you can get it in, Mom?”

“All the way in, darling, all the way in and then you have to fuck me really hard with it.”

I groaned aloud in anticipation. “Oh, yes mom! I’ll push mine all the way in and then you have to make
it really hurt for me. Shall we fuck each other in turn or together?”

“Together, and let’s put on some really nasty nipple clamps first.”

“Yes, yes! I’ll put yours on and you can do mine.”

I grabbed two pairs of clamps from the table. The ones I secretly dreaded; tight, so tight and with
serrated edges. They’re almost too much for me so I used them constantly. My nipples are always,
always sore so just playing with them always arouses me. Needless to say, I’m always playing with my
nipples.

Mom pushed her tits up and out toward me. I took a clamp, opened it and allowed it to close on
Mommy’s offered left nipple. She actually threw back her head and screamed but still kept her tit and
nipple presented. Overcome with a desire to hurt her even more I squeezed down on the clamp,
bringing a further scream from her.

“Oh, darling, darling, it hurts! It hurts! Do the other one!”

I needed those clamps desperately myself so I said, “Mine first, Mom, do mine first!”

She lifted her tit, staring at her tortured nipple then looked at me and my tits. “Yes, Darling, oh yes.
Hold out your left tit.”

I held out my tit and watched, panting with anticipation and barely disguised fear as she let the clamp
snap together with my already sore and aching nipple between the serrated edges.

I know I screamed. I screamed again as I was overwhelmed by the agony in my poor suffering nipple.
“Aaaargh! You didn’t tell me you were going to let it snap down on my nip!”

“It’s good though, isn’t it darling?”

“Yes, oh yes, but it’s almost too much for me.” I groaned and nursed my tit, feeling the pain suffusing all
of it as I continued to whimper, tears running down my face.

“Too much for you! You know this is nowhere near what you really need so don’t tell me it’s too much
for you. Now do my other one.”

“Yes Mommy, yes!”

She held out her other tit in trembling hands. Cruelly I held the open clamp around her proffered nipple
but didn’t let it snap to immediately.

“Beg for it, mom, beg for it.”

“Yes, yes! Hurt my nipple darling, please hurt my nipple!”

I shook my head.

“Darling, darling, hurt your Mommy, hurt your Mommy, oh, please hurt your Mommy!”

I let the clamp snap shut on her nipple and watched as her eyes rolled back and she sank to her knees,
unable to even scream as her nipple pain overwhelmed her. Eventually she recovered enough to get,
with difficulty, back to her feet.

“Oh, you little bitch! Give me your other nipple.”

Filled equally with erotic arousal and dread, I held out my tit and watched as mom snapped the last
clamp down on it. The pain was nearly overwhelming and I felt myself sink into an intense cum where
pain and wonderful pleasure combined to take me somewhere else, somewhere of total, twisted
rapture, the place I always sought but so seldom found. I know I writhed on the floor and, so Mommy
tells me, pinching down on the clamps and screaming every time I did so.

Eventually, through her own pain and arousal, she started to worry that I might never stop.

When I finally recovered enough to think coherently again I looked up at her kneeling before me and
saw that she was holding two toilet brushes.

“Time for your cunt pain, darling. Push it all the way into your cunt.”

I was almost unable to get to my knees before holding out my hand for a brush. Spreading my knees I
pushed the bristles against my cunt, forcing it in against the natural resistance of my engorged cunt lips.
Grasping the handle in both hands I pulled the brush head into myself, feeling the bristles scrape on my
lips and the inside of my cunt and bring me, once again, close to an overwhelming cum.

I pushed it into myself as far as I could force it. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing me inside. I
was groaning and crying as I tormented myself but wanting even more.

“Fuck me with it, Mommy, fuck your little girl with it!”

“Let me do mine first, little girl. I need it as much as you do!”

She grasped her brush by the handle and pushed it against her swollen and bruised cunt until it gave
way and the brush slowly disappeared into that, oh so willing, flesh.

I grasped my own toilet brush handle and pushed my cunt out toward my mother.

“Fuck me with it, Mommy, fuck your little girl with it.”

Still trembling and crying from her own cunt pain, she grasped the handle of the brush lodged so
painfully in my own cunt and started to push and pull on it, fucking my suffering flesh with the stiff,
sharp intruding bristles. I felt it as though a thousand needles were being forced, time after time, into
my pain wracked interior.

I came, and then I came again, thrusting myself out against the intruder, loving the pain and the
distorted pleasure that suffused my spasming body. Eventually Mommy stopped torturing me, although
I wanted her to continue. I slowly returned to whatever counts as normal for us and looked at my
mother.

“My turn! Fuck me with it now!” she demanded.

So I fucked her and she spasmed as I had done.

“More, darling, more! Fuck your Mommy, hurt your Mommy!”

Eventually I stopped fucking her and she, like me, slowly recovered from her experience.

“We’ll have that done to us at the party. Now we’ve fucked ourselves with the brushes the inside of our
cunts will be really sore and ready for being hurt by their brushes. Now, I’ll pull yours out and you can
pull mine. I’ll go first.”

It prickled and pulled on my cunt’s walls, hurting almost as it had when it had fucked me. Eventually it
was completely withdrawn and I knelt there recovering for a few minutes. But Mommy’s brush still
needed pulling out and I grasped the handle and slowly pulled the bristles from her tormented cunt.

Eventually, it pulled free and she collapsed over her own pain.

I loved her then, loved her as my partner in perverted pleasure and pain, loved her as the mother who
had taught me so much about myself and loved her as my lover, the lover from whom I could hide
nothing, that I wanted to know everything about myself and my twisted needs. “Now our nipples, mom,
– or, or should we wear our clamps to the party, just to show what real pain sluts we are?”

“Uh, no, darling, just think how much it will hurt putting them back on at the party. Lets take them off
now.”

“OK. But the same way we did it last time. Count of three!”

“Right! Count of three: one, two, three – – Ahhhhrrrgh!!”

Because, on three we both released the clamps and pulled them from each other’s nipples, leaving us
once again nursing our tits and nipples as the pain of returning blood flow suffused our tits, bringing
tears to our eyes and moans from our lips as we fell forward into each other’s arms.

“Oh! Mommy, it all hurts so much and it’s all so wonderful! I just don’t want it to stop!”

“We’ll get to the party and then you’ll get all the pain you want.”

So, we went to the party. Each wearing a black, pin lined, leather bra and tight, tight, crotchless leather
pants, pants so tight that they made even walking difficult and black leather ballet boots to restrict our
mobility even further.

We were more than ready for more.

Of course our torturing bras hurt us with every movement so we were constantly aroused and already
longing to cum.

Walking was an effort, we were forced to take little tottering steps in our ballet boots and had difficulty
even getting to the front door where our transport was waiting.

At this point I should introduce our driver.

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Donna’s shore leave 3 4.4 (16)

Part 3

Donna moaned softly as a wave of dizziness swept over her. A moment later she heard a familiar voice… “You just gonna lay there and sleep the afternoon away? Or are you gonna wake up and play?”

Donna’s eyes fluttered open, only to see the soft Asian features of a smiling Leiani bending over her. “Rise and shine!” the young woman with the shoulder length black hair chuckled at her. “We ain’t got all day.”

“Leiani??”

Donna gasped in astonishment as her former lover helped her sit up. Tears welled up in her eyes as she grabbed her by the shoulders. Then she looked again at the seemingly impossible.

“Leiani? Ohmygawd; is it really you??”

All of her resentments and bitterness over Leiani’s abrupt transfer so many months ago vanished in the light breeze that wafted through the trees. A moment later the tears spilled out of her eyes. She fiercely hugged her former friend and lover, clinging to her as though she was never going to let go.

She suddenly pulled away, holding the Asian at arm’s length. She couldn’t stop staring in shock and disbelief. “I missed you too” was Leiani’s sympathetic response. Then the young woman grinned playfully at her.

Donna just couldn’t get over it! Here she was, her former lover and asphyxia companion, kneeling before her in her familiar science blues just like the ones she was wearing!

Where the hell had she come from?? A moment later her emotions overcame her again. It didn’t matter anymore, and once more she pulled the young woman to her, practically hugged the stuffing out of her.

“Hey, baby; take it easy, ok?” Leiani said with a giggle. “If you wanna squeeze something, I can think of something a whole lot better for you to put your hands on.”

The Asian grinned at her as she mischievously offered her neck to her by tipping her head back. Donna just pushed her back at arm’s length. She could only stare in total disbelief.

“I just can’t BELIEVE it! What… what the hell are you DOING here??”

“Saving your ass apparently,” the young woman said with a sly grin. “Damn, baby! That was hot watching you swing like that. But I missed the beginning. Next time you decide to get yourself hung, you wanna clue me in? I wanna be there for the whole thing!”

A moment later it all came back to her in a flash: the swim… the cry of alarm from the clearing up the hill… seeing Janice in her red outfit in that noose… being caught and dragged over to the coil dangling from the other branch. She thought she remembered being hanged right along with her. Gawd; had it really happened?

Donna suddenly noticed the hanging tree standing directly behind a crouching Leiani. But now there was no sign or evidence that anything had happened on it. The nooses were gone. And there was no sign of…

Donna gasped as she began frantically looking all around. “Leiani? Where’s Janice?”

“I don’t know,” her lover replied, shrugging her shoulders. “Anyway, let’s not talk about her right now; ok?”

“Leiani? What happened to her?? She was hanging right next to me!”

“I got you both down,” the Asian replied with a casual shrug. Then a naughty smile bloomed playfully across her face. “So are you ready to play or what?”

“Got us down?? Is she alive or what? Gawd, baby; what happened to her?” Donna anxiously shook the woman’s shoulders, alarmed her lover did not seem the least bit concerned for the yeoman.

“How should I know?! Maybe the ‘twins’ got her.”

“The ‘twins’? What ‘twins’?”

The Asian reached out and began softly caressing Donna’s slender throat. She cooed, “Do you know how much I love your neck, baby?”

Donna trembled at the touch of her former lover. But she managed to forcefully brush the hand aside. For the moment she was too worried about Janice. “Baby, WHAT ‘twins’??”

“Oh, you know,” Leiani said matter-of-factly, staring at her while hungrily licking her lips. “…those two, uh…” and she waved a hand dismissively “…those two nymphs or elves or whatever you wanna call ’em. Maybe they got her. How the hell should I know?”

Donna was horrified. “But… but… but they might HANG her again! Ohmygawd, baby; we gotta find her before they hurt her or something!”

“Mmmmm,” the Asian purred. “Now that would be a delicious sight; don’t you think? I’ll bet you’ve wanted to see her hang for months; am I right? I’ll bet seeing her in that noose aroused the hell out of you! I can just picture it… seeing her on the ship every day… working right next to her. I’ll bet you LOVED seeing her in that noose before you got put into the one right next to her. Isn’t that right?”

“LEIANI??”

Donna gasped in horror as her face flushed red. She was momentarily ashamed of herself at the truth of her former lover’s words. It had definitely been erotic seeing poor Janice swing from that noose.

“Now don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” Leiani said cheerfully with a wave. “She’s probably around here somewhere. I’m sure we’ll catch up with her soon enough. Now c’mon, baby; let’s play!”

She reached out for Donna’s neck once more, running a finger across the yeoman’s throat. “Have I ever told you how much I love your Venus rings?”

The yeoman shivered once more at her touch. Donna’s neck was adorned with two parallel lines that circled her neck. They were lines her former lover had absolutely fallen in love with.

In the past Leiani had enjoyed wrapping her hands around her throat. She’d always made sure her thumbs fell into place between those two lines so she could deliciously strangle her. But this wasn’t the time or place for that.

Donna was horrified Leiani seemed so uncaring for her shipmate. She inhaled sharply, trying to fight against the flame of arousal her former lover had ignited down below with her tender caresses. “Leiani? STOP IT! Gawd, baby; we gotta find her!”

Donna emphatically brushed the hand away from her neck again. “What if they string her up again?”

“Then I’ll make sure we have front-row seats, baby!” Leiani said with a wicked grin.

Once more her hands returned to Donna’s throat. This time she gently placed her thumbs between the yeoman’s Venus rings. “As I recall, baby, you love it when I do this.” That’s when she began to squeeze ever so gently.

Donna’s eyes flew open wide. She instinctively reached up and grabbed the young woman’s wrists in an effort to resist her. But the flickering embers between her legs threatened to develop into an erotic blaze. Gawd… what was WRONG with her??

“Leiani, we don’t have TIME for this! We gotta find Janice!”

“She’ll keep,” Leiani answered casually, a devilish smile flickering across her face. “Right now we’ve got more important things to do!”

She squeezed a little harder. Then she seductively breathed, “You LIKE that; don’t you, baby?”

“Leiani??”

Donna gasped and gurgled, her airway rapidly becoming restricted. Her pussy had become ablaze with an unquenchable fire. It was something that usually could only be put out once she lost her ability to breathe.

“Gawd, baby! What are…. you DOING??”

“I’m being what you want me to be, baby!”

Leiani whispered into her ear with a giggle. Then she squeezed even harder. “Gawd, I’ll bet that rope fit perfectly between those rings of yours. You don’t know how hot it was for me to watch you swing. Seeing Janice dangling on that other limb was an added bonus. Now give it up for me, baby!” she hissed fiercely. “I KNOW you want to!”

Her body was awash with an incredible fire. Donna’s hands instinctively became limp, dropping away from her former lover’s wrists. She tilted her head back without thinking, exposing more of her quivering throat for the Asian to have access to, just as she’d done so many times before.

It was an instinctive gesture, one that had pretty much become habit whenever Leiani got the urge to throttle her. At this point she just couldn’t help herself. Donna let out a gurgle as her body started to squirm and spasm.

Once more the damned woman had exposed her weakness. Donna found herself unable to fight back. All of her concerns for Yeoman Rand were momentarily blotted out of her mind.

All she wanted was the delicious feeling of her breath being denied her. She tried to resist. But she was unable to make herself move as her lover squeezed her airway shut. And with it came the inevitable buildup that always resulted in a glorious eruption of pleasure down below.

“That’s it, baby; give in to it!” her siren of a lover giggled into her ear. “Gawd, I’m gonna cum with you too, baby! So just let go.”

Leiani expertly squeezed with just the right amount of force, closing off her airway without crushing her windpipe. Donna’s eyes opened wide as her tongue slithered out past her lips in an attempt to taste the sweetness of the air outside her mouth that was being denied her.

Her body responded by spasming and convulsing as her lungs fought to pull another breath into her body. Leiani had to hold on in order to maintain her grip without becoming dislodged by her struggles. Then the Asian giggled as she lovingly sucked on the exposed tongue.

It exploded inside her with the violent eruption of a detonating photon torpedo. Donna shuddered hard as pleasure washed hotly through her body. She bucked and convulsed as her vision dimmed.

For a moment she saw stars. Somewhere she thought she heard the roaring of a nearby waterfall. Hadn’t she gone for a swim just a short time ago??

The next thing she knew Donna was gasping like mad. Her body had been propped up against a nearby boulder. As her vision cleared she saw Leiani bending over her, the Asian grinning wickedly at her.

“Gawd; that was a GOOD one! I came hard too!” Then she paused for a moment, deep in thought.

“I know what we should do! Let’s go play ‘Hide and Seek’ like we did on Altair 7; ok? You got 15 minutes to track me down. If you find me in time, you get to strangle me. If not, I get to strangle you. How does that sound?”

“Janice,” Donna gurgled, remembering her crewmate as she rubbed her throat. “We gotta find… Janice first”

What the hell was Leiani thinking?? Didn’t she understand they needed to find yeoman Rand before those two… those two THINGS got to her?? They didn’t DARE split up now, not without risking being captured by them! But the Asian had stood up and was already starting to head off.

“Wait!” Donna gasped as she tried to rise, only to collapse back against the boulder as a wave of dizziness swept through her. “Wait! We gotta find Janice first!”

“She’ll keep!” she heard Leiani call out over her shoulder. “Right now we’re gonna have some fun! You got 15 minutes, baby!”

“DAMN YOU, LEIANI; COME BACK HERE! THOSE TWO NYMPHS ARE STILL OUT THERE! WE NEED TO STICK TOGETHER!”

“Then you’d better come and find me before they do, baby!” Then she heard laughter.

Damn her!

Donna weakly got to her feet before calling out to the foolish Asian. But this time there was no reply. Damn!

Donna was still tingling from being throttled by her former lover. The thought of playing gasping games with her was tempting as hell. For a moment she found herself quivering with arousal.

They’d played ‘Hide and Seek’ before. But certainly not under these circumstances… not with real danger lurking nearby. Janice was out there somewhere… and they needed to find her!

She’d become excited at encountering Leiani right here on this planet. But none of it made any sense! How the hell had she gotten here??

Now Donna found herself becoming frustrated with her former lover. For some insane reason Leiani failed to understand the gravity of the situation they were in.

Janice was missing, damnit! What’s more, there were two woodland creatures out there who seemed to take great delight in hanging pretty young females such as themselves. If they weren’t careful, they could all end up dangling from the end of a noose!

Gawd – what a horribly erotic thought!

Donna shook her head in amazement at how her shore leave was turning out. All she wanted was a nice little swim… or at least that’s what she THOUGHT she wanted. But now she found herself in the middle of a situation that was almost impossible to comprehend.

Her former lover was hiding out there somewhere just waiting for the opportunity to strangle her again, a thought which gave her erotic tingles. There were two woodland creatures out there with murderous intentions in mind, something that both horrified her and aroused her. And then there was her missing crewmember.

What if those two nymphs found Janice and strung her up again? That thought made her anxious for her friend’s safety. And yet she found it disturbingly erotic as well.

What the hell kind of planet had she disembarked upon anyway??

No matter. First, she had to corral her former lover before the two of them went and tracked Janice down. Then she had to get the three of them the hell out of these woods before something terrible happened to them all. She was afraid it could develop into something so disturbingly erotic that she might find herself too weakened with arousal to be able to successfully defend against it.

Donna took a couple of deep breaths to steady her nerves and to clear away the remaining cobwebs from her brief bout of asphyxia with her sadistic lover. Then she grimly set off in the direction Leiani had taken…

The 15 minutes Leiani had proclaimed were just about up. There was still no sign of her. Donna was starting to become anxious, her thoughts threatening to run away with her…

What if those two nymphs had captured her? What if they’d stripped her down and had strung her up somewhere? What if she was already hanging from some tree somewhere at a height where she couldn’t even get her down??

Donna Dangling felt an erotic tingle flutter through her as she mentally pictured all those deliciously wicked images. Then she shook her head, trying to snap herself out of it. ‘STOP IT!’ she scolded herself. ‘You’re only getting yourself all worked up. This isn’t helping matters any!’

The yeoman paused and looked all around, wondering whether or not she should risk calling out for Leiani. But there was a danger the ‘twins’ might hear. At least that was the term her former asphyxia playmate had so casually referred to them by.

They could pop up at any moment and whisk her off to another date with the noose. It was a thought that didn’t help to diminish her arousal factor much. There was also the possibility Leiani might zero in on her location and throttle the hell out of her. Damnit – they didn’t have TIME for all this, not if they were going to locate Janice!

Poor Janice… gawd! What if they’d already found her again? What if they’d stripped her naked and were getting ready to string her up underneath some tree…?

‘STOP IT!’ she told herself. ‘You moron; you’re gonna soak your damn undergarments!’

They were already wet. And she was having enough problems with Leiani. She didn’t need the distraction of imagining what poor, sweet Janice might look like standing naked somewhere with a noose around her neck, the poor thing whimpering as those two nymphs ran their hands up and down her trembling body…

Gawd – what the hell was she thinking?? She needed to find Leiani, track down Janice, and then get the three of them the hell out of these woods! She also needed to find another source of water so she could rinse out her soaked undergarments and dry them off somewhere.

Gawd, she was getting all sticky as hell! That’s when she decided to try calling out quietly to her former friend and lover just to speed up the process.

“Leiani?” she whispered cautiously, looking all around. “Baby, you out there? C’mon, honey; we gotta stick together now, ok? This is just plain dangerous! We gotta find Janice and get out of here before those nymphs catch up to her, ok?”

“Time’s up!” she heard a voice cry out triumphantly from somewhere behind her. It startled the hell out of her, and she cried out in alarm.

Before she could turn around and face her former lover to scold her, she felt a length of vine come down over her head. “Gotcha, baby!” Leiani gasped deliciously from behind her. Donna’s hands flew up to her throat as the vine tightened around it.

“Stop it… gotta find… Janice…” But Leiani just giggled playfully.

The unfortunate yeoman was pulled backward until she was backed up against the warm body of her former lover and asphyxia companion. A moment later the smoldering embers down between her thighs flowered into a roaring blaze. Donna trembled as her breath rasped in her throat.

“You shouldn’t call out like that,” Leiani giggled into her ear. “You always make it so easy for me. If I want you to strangle me, I guess I’m gonna have to let you win every now and then, eh?”

“Stop!” Donna rasped, her hands clawing at the vine around her throat. But her resistance was already starting to crumble. “Must…… find………. Janice……”

Gawd, she was getting all wet again. Her undergarments were going to be soaked! This simply had to STOP!!

The Asian purred as she slowly increased the tension on both ends of the vine she was pulling on. “Baby, I just love your neck… especially when I’m strangling it, depriving you of the very air you breathe.”

Donna shuddered as she felt wet kisses being planted all along the side of her neck. They were wet, gentle kisses that came around front and lightly touched upon her rings of Venus through the tightening vine. The soft touch of those lips sent jolts of fire shooting through her, racing down her body to settle into the inferno that was raging between her thighs.

She tried to fight it one last time. Donna tried to plead with her former lover that they just didn’t have the time for this. But her resistance was fading rapidly.

…and then it was gone altogether, leaving the poor yeoman helpless once more to her breathless passions.

She didn’t think of Janice or wood nymphs or danger. All she was aware of was the vine that was deliciously cutting off her air as though taking her very soul.

She was dimly aware of the warm body of her beloved she was leaning back against who was giggling evilly behind her… “Give it up to me, baby. Surrender yourself to me.”

It was the devil whispering in her ear. Worse, she couldn’t stop herself from obeying… couldn’t stop herself from tipping her head back… couldn’t stop herself from exposing her neck.

Her hands fell weakly to her sides as if to say, “Yes; take it from me, damn you! Deprive me of the very air I need to breathe. Take me – I’m yours.”

The vine pulled tighter until she started to squirm. It tightened further still until her breath was cut off. Her lungs heaved in her chest as her mouth opened and closed.

Her tongue slowly squirmed its way forward until it slipped past her teeth and peeked out. Her vision became all blurry as she started to struggle. Her body convulsed from lack of oxygen.

“There it is, baby!” she heard a voice giggle from somewhere nearby. “When I see that cute little tip emerge I know the end is near. Now give it all up to me, baby!”

There was a sudden jerk on the vine around her neck. Donna let out a guttural cry. Then it exploded inside her like the fireworks in the night sky they still used back on Earth for the fourth of July.

Donna lost her ability to keep her feet underneath her. Her body shuddered like mad as her orgasm slammed into her. She kicked and struggled, trying one last time to breathe. But nothing came in or went out.

She was dimly aware of the ecstatic cry of someone behind her. But all she was aware of was the fact it was someone she knew and thought she trusted. Then her muscles failed her entirely.

Yeoman Donna Dangling went limp as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her vision spiraling into darkness…

2008; 2021 (written for Donna May 9 ’08; ed. Nov 2 ’21 by riwa)

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Shelly in Cancun 3 4.3 (19)

Chapter 3 – Snorkeling the Reef

Needless to say I’m not frog-marched out to the harbor where a boat Jake has acquired awaits us. I’m also not in that white bikini I brought with me from my recent purchases back home. Instead, I’ve deliberately chosen a nice silvery number that covers some of my boobs. The thong down below just barely covers what it’s supposed to.

Strangely enough, Andria is wearing that skimpy black bikini I remember her wearing in my dream. Her thong does not cover up much more than mine does. It’s a bit disquieting.

At least she’s not wearing those damned boots I dreamed about. Thankfully Jake’s not wearing that captain’s outfit either. His green shorts and light green t-shirt with a pocket on the left side couldn’t be more casual.

Instead of walking, we end up taking a taxi to the harbor. A very nice looking sailboat awaits us. I find that a bit too coincidental to the dream I had.

Andria and I joke around with Jake as we walk down the dock and step aboard. Soon I’m able to brush the uneasiness aside. He tells us he got our boat as a special bonus from the company he works for and that we are in for a great day.

Neither Andria nor I know where we’re going. When she asks he just puts a finger to his lips and tells us it’s a secret. Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, we climb aboard and help him pull the lines in from the dock before shoving off.

Jake must have gotten a crash course somewhere on how to operate a sailboat. He quickly has us helping get the sails up. It isn’t long before we’re riding the light breeze out to sea.

Jake mans the rudder while Andria and I slather ourselves with oil. Then we stretch out on the deck of the bow in front of Jake’s lustful gaze. The ocean is relatively calm, which means we don’t bounce up and down on the waves too much.

Andria looks back at her boyfriend a couple of times, catching his eyes upon us. She grins as she turns toward me. She casually suggests we might help Jake out later by giving him a threesome.

She explains how he’s had his eye on me for quite a while. He’d love to give me a good run for my money. I respond by telling her I’m open to it but that I want to be careful.

I tell her how I want to make sure it’s really ok with the both of them first. I know how things like that can often come back to damage a relationship. Andria replies by waving my concerns aside.

She tells me how thoughtful I am. But I needn’t worry. The two of them have already talked about it and are both fine with it.

I lie back on the deck and sigh pleasantly. I gaze up at the sails and a clear sky above me. A threesome sounds promising; I could use a good fuck.

I’ve always had fun with Andria… and with Stephanie for that matter. I’ve heard great things about Jake’s sexual proclivities. A threesome could be quite entertaining.

I find myself looking forward to it. But I hope neither one of them is the jealous type. I’d hate to end up being tied to an anchor and tossed overboard before the day is over.

That thought instantly arouses me. I find myself becoming horny at the idea one of them might feed me to the fishes. I have to scramble to come up with something a little less exciting to think about.

It’s about mid-morning, the sun already blazing down upon us. Jake suddenly declares we’ve arrived at our destination. He needs our help taking down the sails.

Andria and I are a little slow at responding. Apparently we both fell asleep. It takes a few moments for us to wake up and get our sea legs underneath us.

I look around to see where we are. There’s nothing in sight other than what appears to be some sort of coral formation. It’s not too far off, a portion of which barely sticks up out of the water.

We’re anchored near a large orange buoy. I guess it marks the location. No doubt it’s for the purpose of keeping us from getting too close and damaging either the reef or our boat.

The idea of exploring a reef helps fully awaken me from my grogginess. I can tell it’s excited Andria as well. We’re both eager to help get the sails down.

I can’t help glancing over in the direction of the coral. It doesn’t take too long to secure everything. That’s good because the thought of swimming around a reef has me growing more hyper by the minute.

We’ve just barely finished getting everything tied off when Jake hooks a ladder over the side of the boat. He must have already dropped the anchor because we’re not moving. We’re a safe distance from the coral, but not far enough where we can’t swim over and check it out.

Andria and I are pretty good swimmers. We stare hungrily at the reef. Jake yells at us to come back to the stern of the craft for a second.

We hurry back, wondering what’s he’s got for us. Jake opens a nearby chest. Then he produces a couple sets of snorkel gear, complete with fins and weight belts.

He tells us the equipment came with the boat. We’ve been encouraged to use it all day long if we wish. We squeal like little girls before Andria gives him a big, sloppy kiss while I hug the stuffing out of him.

Hot damn! Snorkeling gear! Fins and everything!

As we strap on our gear Jake tells us the owners of the sailboat told him about this particular location. I guess they suggested his two lady-friends might enjoy doing some snorkeling. The owners also told him they were sorry they couldn’t equip us with scuba gear for the day.

I guess they hoped we would still have a good time snorkeling around the reef. Apparently there were safety and certificate issues that couldn’t be resolved. Besides, Jake tells us there’s been a run on diving gear rentals over the last few days.

Andria and I have both been certified. But that was years ago. Unfortunately we haven’t kept up. We could have used a recertification class.

For the moment neither one of us really cares. We’re both too excited at the thought of being able to go snorkeling around a reef. Going down and holding our breath is going to be so much fun.

Scuba gear certainly would’ve been nice. I would have enjoyed having a constant supply of air. But there’s something exhilarating about finning underwater and holding your breath without any cumbersome dive gear to be responsible for that gives me a real thrill.

I find myself looking forward to some long, underwater swims where I’ll be forced to hold my breath. From the looks of things Andria seems to be acting the same way. I suspect it’s going to be a terribly erotic affair for the both of us.

We quickly gear up in our masks and fins, ignoring the weights for now. Then we step off the side into the clear water. It’s bracingly refreshing, causing my nipples to harden in an instant.

We both surface long enough to clear our snorkels. Then we both take deep breaths and jack-knife downward. It’s mostly to let poor Jake see our asses as we head down.

We fin underwater toward the reef instead of snorkeling along the surface. Both of us are eager to spend some time underwater. It’s not far, less than a couple hundred feet off the starboard side of the sailboat.

My body quickly adjusts to the temperature of the seawater. It’s almost perfect. I’m giddy as a schoolgirl, which is why I suppose my pink, oval dive mask and pink fins seem to fit my mood and enthusiasm.

Andria’s color is a bright yellow, contrasting nicely with her skimpy black bikini and light tan. My tan is even lighter, having spent way too much time focusing on other things to take good care of it while I’ve been in California. By the end of our trip to Cancun I figure I’ll look darker than she will, being as how I tan faster. I’m looking forward to showing Steph how much sun I got when we get back.

We’re almost to the reef when I see Andria head up for the surface. I’m getting close to needing air myself. So I follow her up, deciding it’s wiser to stay together.

We pop up and clear our snorkels. Then we spend a little time floating along face down, finning slowly as we look at the reef below. We’re careful not to drift to close to the sharp edges near the surface as we breathe through our snorkels.

I suddenly get the urge to swim all the way to the bottom of the reef. I take a deep breath and submerge, finning gracefully downward. It’s got to be a good 30 to 40 feet down.

I pinch my nose to equalize the pressure. I’m impressed with how easily I make it down. Then I pause, looking back to note Andria’s progress.

She’s not much more than a few yards behind me. But she quickly catches up. Then we slowly fin our way along the edge of the reef together near the sandy seabed.

Its beauty is incredible. I can’t believe a coral reef abruptly sticks up out of the sand, much like a rock formation pops up out of the desert as if from out of nowhere. There’s a dazzling display of colorful fish darting in and out of the many cracks and crevasses.

The sea life is not as multitudinous as other locations. But it’s more than enough for the two of us to get our fill of “oohs” and “aahs”. I’m so glad I decided to accept their invitation or I would have missed out on all this.

We’re down for feels like a minute before Andria points upward. She can’t hold her breath as long as I can unless she’s had a lot of recent practice. By the end of the day she’ll be staying down as long as I can.

Together we fin for the surface. We’re not too far from the boat. We both gasp when our heads clear the water.

Andria removes her mask and snorkel. Then she gushes over how beautiful it is. She says the water feels just right.

I remove my mask and snorkel. Then I tell her I fully agree. We both tread water, slowly finning to stay at the surface.

Andria turns to me and smiles. “Jake deserves a special present for bringing us out here. Don’t you think so, ‘Shel’?”

“Oh, I agree!” I reply enthusiastically.

“Let’s fuck the shit out of him later. Whadaya say?”

“I say let’s get back down below before I wake up and find out this is all just a dream!” She laughs and nods.

My “temperature” is already starting to rise. I can feel myself becoming aroused. I’m certain the two of us will think of something to do to relieve the excitement before too much longer.

We eagerly strap our masks back on. We shove our snorkels back into our mouths. Then we take a long, deep breath before jack-knifing downward.

Once more the beauty of the reef comes into full view. We gracefully fin ourselves above a part of it, careful to avoid the jutting coral. I have to swallow the butterflies in my throat over the unbelievable view.

We fin ourselves back to the edge of the reef. Then we work our way downward again. We’re hand in hand as we head toward the sandy bottom. I love the pressure of being in deep water.

We fin slowly on our way down so we can look more closely at some of the intricate formations along the wall of the living structure. The colors are so vivid. I love seeing the variety of fish that dart in and out.

The view is so spectacular that I barely notice the fact I have to hold my breath throughout the entire dive. Breath-holding has become a lot easier, our time underwater stretching longer and longer. I’m tingly all over from the beauty of the undersea landscape as well as the depths we’re snorkeling.

Andria motions that she needs to go up for another breath. That’s when I become aware of the pressure in my own lungs; I need air too.

We calmly fin upward as though we’re not in a hurry to refill our lungs, although I can feel mine starting to protest. We slowly chase after the air we release. We finally surface, panting excitedly as we tread water.

Andria gasps incredulously. “Damn, ‘Shel’! I get so caught up down there that I forget how much I need air until my lungs are burning!”

I’m just as exuberant. “I feel the same way too, babe! I could be down there all day!”

Andria looks at me and gets this mischievous grin on her face. “Are you as horny as I am, ‘Shel’?”

“More,” I pant with a grin of my own.

“I doubt it! Race you down!”

She quickly inhales before sharply jack-knifing downward, catching me totally off-guard. She’s gone before I can holler, “HEY! NO FAIR – YOU GOT A HEADSTART!”

I shake my head in disgust, muttering that I shouldn’t be talking to myself. I inhale sharply. Then I dive after her.

She’s got a good head start. Those legs of hers smoothly propel her downward until she disappears around a corner. A trail of bubbles out of her snorkel are left in her wake.

I slow up and take my time, finning myself more evenly so as not to burn up the air in my lungs. I figure I’ll catch up to her sooner or later. Besides, there aren’t many places to hide in the midst of all this sharp coral.

A wicked thought occurs to me. She’s probably burn up a lot of her oxygen racing down ahead of me. She’ll need to surface soon.

When she does, I’ll just intercept her. Then I’ll torture those poor lungs of hers before I let her go. An evil smile crosses my face as my eyes twinkle.

I round the edge of the reef that sticks out. But there’s no sign of Andria. Where did she go?

I look all around while scanning the reef. There’s no sign of her anywhere. She couldn’t have disappeared that fast! What if something got her??

I look up toward the surface. But I don’t see her finning upward toward the boa. All I see is the anchor line, the line to the buoy marker and the hull.

She’s got to be down here somewhere. Maybe she’s holding her breath while waiting in ambush. My senses quickly go on high alert.

I start finning myself forward, checking the reef while growing more anxious. There are little alcoves and indentations along the shelf. Maybe she found a crevasse big enough to hide in.

I swim just above the sandy bottom, stifling the urge to call out her name. I get an alarming mental image of her body writhing in the mouth of some shark. But so far we haven’t seen anything nearly that large.

The mental image is quickly replaced by one of her lying in the reef somewhere. I can picture her cut and bleeding from getting too close to the coral. What if she’s drowning, her poor body spasming as she pulls water into her –

OOMPH!!

She suddenly appears from somewhere above me. She wraps me up in her arms, sending us both into a spin. There’s a flurry of arms, legs and fins before she suddenly grabs my ass.

She works my body around until she can lock my head between her legs. Somehow the dive mask and snorkel remain in place. A moment later I feel her all but rip my thong aside before burying her tongue in my dripping snatch.

DAMN YOU, ANDRIA, YOU NEARLY SCARED ME HALF TO… WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LEGGO MY HEAD, YOU BIG OAF – OHMYGAWD, NOT THERE??!! GUUNNGGHH!! OHMYGAWD!!!!

My body stiffens in response to that incredible tongue of hers probing my pussy. Her lips mouth my labia. She comes out long enough to suck my throbbing clit into her mouth for a few moments before plunging her tongue back into my quivering snatch.

My body writhes in ecstasy as she humps my head. I can feel her fuck the snorkel in my mouth with her thong-covered pussy. Her attack is quick, unexpected and immensely effective.

It abruptly hits me with an “UUUNNNGGGHHH!” I start humping her head just as hard as I can. My body shudders like mad here at the bottom of the sea.

Apparently the buildup of sexual tension was just too much. Air billows out of my snorkel as my back arches. But the bitch just keeps licking and sucking up my cum.

We spin in place just a few feet off the sandy bottom. She eats me as though she hasn’t had a good meal in weeks. Then I go limp as my orgasm passes, my chest heaving from lack of oxygen.

Andria abruptly pulls away and makes a dash for the surface before I can grab her and retaliate. That’s when a spasm hits me hard. Revenge will have to wait as I need to get my ass up there fast and refill my aching lungs.

I start finning myself up to the surface, my body weakened and my chest heaving. For a brief moment I wonder if I might not make it. Then my head pops above the waterline until I’m at the surface gasping madly for breath.

Andria’s laughter rings in my ears. I can feel the anger rise within me. “DAMN YOU, ANDRIA – YOU NEARLY SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!”

“No, I just ATE the shit out of you, ‘Shel’! Feel better now, babe? You feeling not so horny now?”

“No. Now I feel like dispensing some revenge!”

“Oh, SHIT!” she gasps. A moment later she inhales sharply. Then she jack-knifes back down, her ass briefly caressing the surface of the water.

I inhale deeply as I go after her. She heads downward toward the reef. This time she’s not going to be able to hide from me like last time. Besides, the bubbles marking her trail as she descends make it easy to follow her down.

2007; 2020 (written Jul 7 ’07; ed. Jun 28 ‘20 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.1 (9)

Coming December rewards

Katia 2
Af’s Hose monster
Will she do it?
Eagerly bound and drowned
My queen, my noose
The seductress 5
The US-UK drowning tournament voting semifinals.
Guillotine lesson
Miss Woodcock and Teresia
Aravanna 2
Chloe 2
A domineering aunt
How many times will he drown me?

October stories/rewards will fall off at the end of November to make room for December rewards.

I got to spend a few hours with mom for Thanksgiving. We ate together and watched TV. I also helped her with a couple of small tasks. I’m grateful I still have her around.

We got a foot of snow the 7th and 8th of November. The streets are clear, but there is still snow in the yards and in piles. I’ve been careful during my walks, as mom doesn’t need me falling and cracking my skull open. I’d hate for her to discover there might not be much inside.

I have a lot of other things to be thankful for. I’m reminded how cold it was in my apartment in Idaho. It was not sealed very well, and I often slept in my clothes in the winter. But my basement here is nice and warm, well-sealed and insulated.

I have food, a vehicle, a place to stay, and enough finances to pay for it all. And my mom lives within 3-4 miles, so I can get there quickly if she needs assistance. I have all I need here, and I can’t ask for anything more. I feel blessed.

I also have a purpose. I write and edit stories for you. This helps take my mind off the things going on in this world. I hope my stories are entertaining enough to help take your mind off things as well, at least for a little while. So I want to thank you for being my patrons. I hope your Thanksgiving was enjoyable.

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AF’s Jodi’s last swim 4.2 (22)

Did she really think I wouldn’t find out? Was she that stupid? Or did she figure I wouldn’t do anything about it? If that was the case then she didn’t know me very well.

She was out in the pool again like she often was… holding her breath as she swam along the bottom. I couldn’t help wondering what she was thinking down there. Did she think she was pulling a fast one on me? Was she laughing inwardly because she thought I was clueless?

I couldn’t even begin to imagine what was on her mind as she swam back and forth. But I knew what I was thinking. I was furious! How the hell she could cheat on me so heartlessly??

As she swam back into the shallow end I decided that I’d had enough. This time I was going to end her cheating ways once and for all. And with the dive mask and weight belt I had with me I figured she wasn’t going to stand a chance.

I watched her as she headed back into the deep end. Then I quietly got into the shallow end. I was determined this was going to be Jodi’s last swim.

She reached the far end and clung to the edge of the pool, totally unaware I was swimming underwater coming to get her and send her to hell. The stupid bitch wasn’t even looking in my direction. She had no way of knowing today was going to be the last time she enjoyed using the pool.

When I got there the crazy bitch wasn’t suspecting a thing. I just grabbed her and pulled her under. I caught her totally by surprise.

I pulled her down with me as the belt took us down. She didn’t struggle in my grasp very much once she saw it was me. Maybe the stupid bitch thought I was just playing around.

She wriggled and squirmed in my grasp. But it wasn’t like she was panicked or anything. I’m sure she thought it was just a game. She was about to find out differently.

Her tits bounced nicely as I held onto her. She grunted and bubbled a little, flailing with her arms. But she was still not trying to escape my grasp. I’m sure she thought I had no clue about her extracurricular activities.

She kicked and wriggled as I kept her in the deep end. I didn’t want us in shallow water where she might be able to stick her head up and catch a quick breath. This wasn’t some game I was playing. I wanted to drown the cheating bitch!

She began to put up more of a struggle as I kept us both submerged. I heard “UMM’s” and grunts as she lost little bursts of air. She was finally starting to run out of breath.

Once I turned her over she started struggling against me. She pushed up against me, grunting and bubbling in growing alarm. I heard something bubbly come out of her mouth, something like “QUIT IT; LET ME GO!”

She really began to panic when I climbed on top of her! I heard her bubble, “LET ME UP; I CAN’T BREATHE!” I saw her lose another burst of air. But I was getting all turned on holding her down. My cock was hard; I was enjoying myself too much to stop.

She fought me as I tried to pin her up against the wall of the pool. I think she was finally starting to get the idea. But the harder she fought, the more turned on I became.

I rode her as she struggled between my legs… and fuck, what a ride! She kept twisting and turning as her boobs bounced and wobbled. It didn’t do my stiffy any good as it stayed nice and hard the entire time.

I lost the bitch from between my legs. I must have gotten careless because she broke away. She swam straight for the side of the pool, grunting and losing air.

I thought I’d lost her for good when she got to the side of the pool. She managed to reach the surface and gasp for breath. Then she started climbing out.

I grabbed her by her knees and pulled her back in with me. Then I pulled her down to the bottom, hanging onto her knees so she couldn’t kick herself away from me. She clawed for the surface like crazy. But for the moment I had her good and tight.

I watched as she flailed for the surface in growing panic. I had a good grasp on her legs and she was losing air fast. I figured I could outlast her if I held my breath longer than she could, especially in her panicked state.

It must have dawned on her she had to loosen my grip if she was going to get to the surface. She struggled with me, pushing against me and trying to break free. We twisted around down there on the bottom of the pool for a bit. But she couldn’t break out of my grasp.

I twisted her around and got her from behind, wrapping an arm around her neck and waist. That’s when she really struggled against me. She kicked like a hellcat, grunting and “UMMMing” while bubbling “LET ME GO; LET ME GO!!”

She started losing air pretty good at that point. Bubbles came out of her mouth until she looked like she was getting a little disoriented… like she was running out of breath or something. It was only a matter of time before her lungs gave out and she finally inhaled.

For a moment there she wasn’t fighting me very much. I think she was trying to conserve what little air she had left in her lungs. I was certain she wasn’t going to be able to hold her breath much longer.

She managed to slide out of my grasp. But I grabbed her ankles, preventing her from reaching the surface. I was determined this bitch was going to suck water and drown.

I made sure the surface was just out of reach for her. She strained and bubbled as she tried to reach it. But she couldn’t get there for that breath she so desperately needed.

She started coughing up bubbles as she flailed weakly. She no longer had the strength to fight me anymore. I was pretty sure her lungs were starting to flood.

I maintained a good grip on her ankles the whole time. She might have been drowning. But I wasn’t going to risk her getting away from me and reaching the surface where she might get a breath and regain some energy.

Seeing those drowning bubbles really kept my cock hard. The way she went into seizures was absolutely incredible. It was amazing how aroused I was watching her drown in my grasp.

Watching her breath billow away was very satisfying. Seeing those painful spasms as her mouth opened and closed was a real turn-on. The cheating bitch was finally getting her just desserts.

I pulled her between my legs and held her in place as I watched her face. I enjoyed watching her cough and convulse. I certainly enjoyed the agony in her features. My cock was hard like you wouldn’t believe.

Watching her cough out the last of her air was a real turn-on. I couldn’t help wondering if she was thinking about those other cocks she’d sucked and fucked A hell of a lot of good they were doing her now, that’s for damned sure!

‘You want air, bitch??’ I thought as I held her close to the surface. ‘It’s right there, babe; just help yourself. What; you don’t want any?” She convulsed as I held her a few inches away.

‘No? Don’t want any? Fine; you can hang out with me down here.’ Then I pulled her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her from behind. I even pumped her stomach a couple of times, forcing the last of her air out of her lungs.

‘Bitch!’ I thought angrily. ‘You don’t deserve any fucking air!’ Then I pumped her stomach one last time. There was a satisfying grunt followed by one last explosion of bubbles from her flooded lungs.

Fuck; that did it! I creamed myself as I held her in my arms. She didn’t cough or move or struggle or anything. The bitch had finally gotten what she fucking deserved!

The only thing left to do was to make it look like an accident. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to leave her. For the time being I simply carried her to the shallow end of the pool.

I put the dive mask on her face and the belt around her waist. Then I rushed into the house like a panicked boyfriend. That’s when I called the paramedics.

I told them my girlfriend must have gone for a swim and drowned herself. I found her on the bottom of the pool in a dive mask and weight belt. I explained how I tried, but I couldn’t get her breathing again.

Eventually they came to the house. They verified my story of course.

…and that was the end of that cheating bitch Jodi…

2014; 2020 (written Aug 19 ’14; ed. Mar 26 ‘20 by riwa)

(Screenshots are from Aqua Fantasies Mermaids in Peril Vol. 6 and are used for illustration purposes.)

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